Against Their Wishes

Chapter 28

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After spending the proper amount of time bidding their guests goodnight, Olivia and Gregory were on their way to London. They were only in the carriage an hour or so before they came to the inn that Gregory had told Olivia about. Excited as she was, Olivia could feel the butterflies begin to well up in her stomach as the wheels of the carriage carried her ever closer to their place of residence for the night.

As much as she had thoroughly enjoyed her many nights with Gregory, they had never broken the vows of the church. Kissing was as far as they had allowed themselves to go, although Olivia was sure that Gregory would have happily swept her off her feet and into his bedroom. She felt a warmness against her palm and looked over to see Gregory’s hand in her own. Glancing up at his face, she saw a look of reassurance, as if he had known what she had only moments ago been thinking. She felt a slight blush creep up her neck at that prospect. Gregory only gave a soft laugh before bringing her hand up to meet his lips. Before he could do anything else, however, the carriage lurched to a stop outside the inn.

It was a quaint building that was set back from the main path. Olivia took the time to note her surroundings as Gregory helped her down from the carriage. In little time at all, Olivia found herself in a cozy bedroom with Gregory paying the servant at the door. A fire was sparking against the wall with two welcoming chairs sitting in front of it. It was the only light in the room, casting a soft glow throughout the space. Olivia heard the door shut softly and turned to look at her husband.

Surprisingly, Olivia felt very self-conscious under his watchful gaze as she rubbed her hands over her skirt in an effort to smooth her skirt and dry her suddenly damp palms. She was still in her wedding dress, having neither the time nor the inclination to change before they had left Leighton. Gregory slowly approached her as she stayed still as a statue, watching his approach.

“Those are not nerves that I am detecting, are they?” Gregory asked her softly, causing shivers to race through her body. If he was having this effect on her now and he had yet to touch her, she was certain she would be in trouble in just a few short minutes.

“Should I be nervous?” Olivia asked coyly, surprising even herself with the calmness of her voice.

“Oh yes, very much so,” Gregory whispered, eyes dark with desire. Reaching her, he traced her jawline with his finger before moving some curls behind her ear. Olivia could hardly breathe at the feelings that mere touch triggered. A feeling of boldness came over Olivia and before Gregory could do anything else, she pushed forward and brought her lips to his.

She could feel his surprise and stillness, but they were gone within a second. Gregory gripped her face with his hands as he swept Olivia into a powerful kiss. Their lips moved in an age old dance, each fighting for dominance. Olivia felt Gregory caressing her bottom lip, and she quickly opened up to him. Gregory happily took the invitation as their tongues danced with each other.

Slowly, Gregory began to move Olivia backwards while still losing himself in their kiss. Before she even had a chance to notice their movement, she felt the soft padding of the bed bump the backs of her knees. Olivia gently pulled back from Gregory and caught his eye for a moment. With her previous nervousness all but evaporated, she slowly turned her back towards him in an invitation to undo the buttons running down the back of her dress.