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Caleb quietly opened the door to Celeste’s guest chamber. He, Celeste, the Devons, and the Derrys had enjoyed a festive dinner and drinks late into the night. He was tired, but there was no way; he could not go to her.

“I needed to see you,” he whispered.

She rose only in her nightgown. “Good.”

He wrapped his arm around her waist, sprinkling kisses along her jaw and throat. “We should acquire a special license and marry soon.”

“I might be convinced to do that.”

He slipped her nightgown over her head. His gaze roamed over her form, slowly and intimately. “How can I entice you to agree?”

She helped him undress and said, “Well, maybe Lord Haven, you need to show me why I should want you in my bed every night.”

His hard cock thumped at her words. “Sweetheart, that would be my honor.”

Celeste stroked his cheek. “I like it when you call me that.”

“My father used to call my mother that. When I was a child, I always knew that when I found my wife, I would use the endearment.”

It just dawned on him that he’d begun calling her that even before he realized he loved her. Celeste smiled. “I like it.”

“You are amazing,” he said, kissing the side of her face as he palmed one of her breasts.

Celeste groaned and pushed her hips against him. Desire pulsated through his body. This woman was everything to him and always would be. She grinned at him and pushed him towards a chair. He lifted a brow. “What are you up to?”

Her eyes became clouded with desire as he sat. Celeste said, “I want to taste you, Caleb?”

His body hummed at her words, and she kneeled before him. Celeste looked up at him, licking her plump lips.

“Christ, I may combust, and you haven’t even touched me.”

She ran her tongue along his shaft, teasing him, and then kissed the tip. He groaned, “Celeste.”

She grinned at him before sliding her mouth up and down his cock. Ecstasy didn’t adequately express how her warm mouth felt taking him in. He threaded his fingers in her hair, arching his hips every time her tongue slid along his length. He was so close already.

Caleb let himself lose control, pushing himself deeper into her mouth. Celeste embraced every thrust. His body arched one more time, and he let out a groan as he spent in her mouth. She took it all. He whimpered as he slowly rocked his hips against her lips.

Eventually, she pulled back. Caleb dragged her to him and kissed her deeply.

She rocked her body against him. He glanced at the mirror in the corner of the room and stood, setting her on her feet.

He moved his chair closer to the reflective glass.

Celeste tilted her head, trying to figure out what he was doing.

Caleb sat back in the chair and huskily said, “Come here.”

She walked to him, and he turned her around before pulling her onto his lap. Her bottom rested against his shaft. He kissed her neck and said, “Look in the mirror.”

Celeste flushed but did as he asked. Their eyes connected in the reflection. One of his hands slid down her throat, her collarbone, and then cupped her breasts. “Do you see how beautiful you are? How your body moves when I touch you?”

Her bottom started to rock against him, and neither of them tore their gaze away from the mirror.

His fingers slid further down, making sweeping swirls along her belly.

She continued rubbing her bottom against him.

Caleb kissed her neck, knowing what she wanted.

His fingers slid between her legs. Celeste moaned, widening them.

Her head tilted back, and she whimpered as he slid his fingers in and out of her.

“I love touching you, Celeste. Your face is so expressive. Your pleasure is evident by the parting of your lips and your flushed cheeks.”

She glanced at herself in the mirror and moaned, riding his fingers harder and faster.

His cock was hard again but this was all for her.

Caleb took her in as she sat on his lap; ecstasy rippling across her face as his fingers thrusted in and out of her.

Her tempo increased, and she tore her eyes away from the mirror, tilting her head back.

A loud moan escaped Celeste, and she arched, shattering around his fingers. She fell against him and sighed deeply.

They sat there quietly with their bodies pressed against one another, their hearts pounding. Finally, when their breathing became steady, Caleb pulled her to the bed and climbed in behind her. He ran his hands over Celeste, still craving her.

She pushed herself against him. Her bottom tempted and teased his hard shaft. Caleb rocked against her, and Celeste's body moved in rhythm with him. He kissed her neck. “Celeste, I want to be in you.”

“Please,” she moaned.

From behind, he slid his cock into her quim, and she groaned. Grasping her hips, he pumped into her. Their movements were more frantic, and she whimpered, matching him stroke for stroke. A satisfied feeling that this woman was his filled him. She was his and always would be.

A strangled sob escaped her, and her climax pulsated around his cock. He pumped into Celeste, chasing his own release, completely lost in her. He pushed into her one more time and pulled out, spending. He kissed her back and her shoulder before finding a cloth to clean them up.

Once done, he wrapped his arms around her again, pulling her to him. Celeste kissed his hand. “I love you, Caleb.”

He kissed her cheek. “I love hearing you say that.”

***

Two days later, Celeste sat in the drawing room of the Haven Townhouse as Caleb’s mother explained to her what New York City was like. Celeste had been nervous about spending time with his family, but everyone had been wonderful to her.

She glanced at Caleb, who winked at her. His mother beamed. “Once you and Caleb become settled, you will have to come visit us in America.”

Celeste asked, “You aren’t staying in England?”

“I’d planned to, but after giving it some thought, I realized New York City is my home. It has been for over twenty years. I miss it.”

Caleb mentioned to her that his mother had been different over here, so Celeste was glad she was going back to where she was happiest. Celeste smiled at her. “We will have to make it a priority.”

Mrs. Monteith smiled. “Enjoy each other first. The first year of marriage should be about the two of you.”

“Thank you,” she said.

Courtney opened a newspaper and smiled. “Your betrothal announcement is in the paper.”

Caleb and Celeste agreed they would marry sooner rather than later. Neither wanted to be apart. Their wedding would be in three weeks. Caleb grinned at her. “Nervous?”

She shook her head. “Never.”

His brother smiled. “The first marriage for the Monteith family. I will have to write Cory and tell him you lost your heart.”

Celeste flushed, and Caleb said, “I won’t deny it.”

She was sad that they were all leaving after the wedding, as Celeste liked their closeness with Caleb. Still, they were already making plans to visit America in a year. That was if a pregnancy didn’t get in the way.

They’d decided they would start trying for a baby immediately. Caleb wanted as many as they could have. Celeste would be happy with two. Time would tell. She was thirty, and Caleb was thirty-one. Neither were young.

Her betrothed held out his arm. “How about a walk in the gardens?”

She nodded. They made their way outside, and Caleb asked, “Are you nervous about meeting with the Burrows tomorrow?”

Celeste's stomach clenched. She was. “I don’t know what to expect.”

“Whatever happens, we will deal with it together,” he murmured before kissing her knuckles.

Gratitude filled her that Caleb was so wonderful. “You are the best soon-to-be husband ever.”

“I am,” he said.

She stopped and rolled her eyes. “Isn’t that a little cocky, Lord Haven.”

“Perhaps, but it is only because you make me want to be a good husband.”

She smiled at him, her heart warming. She grasped his jacket and pulled him in for a kiss. “Thank you.”