Chapter 32

Once on the bed Fitz caressed my face with his hand, my hair softly falling through his fingers. His leg laid across mine was deliciously heavy, parting mine naturally as we lay together. I pushed his braces down his arms, his shirt already open and kissed his bare chest.

"What are you thinking," I asked softly and a small smile lit up his face. "How relieved I am to see the colour back in your face. You looked positively ill this afternoon and then tonight you were grey."

"Your compliments have not improved," I murmured, pulling him towards me for a kiss and lifting my rear from the mattress as his hands began to work my nightgown upwards. "I say as I see," and lavished kisses on my neck as I squirmed.

“There, a much better colour,” he said with a grin, lifting his head up, forcing me to smile at his tease. My eyes almost closing as his other hand traced lazy patterns around my covered breasts and stomach, slowly winding its way down to the raised hem of my nightgown.

As he kis