Chapter 46 What's Private

• “What’s private to us is private to us,” he interpreted, touching his finger to her nose with tender indulgence. “Don’t worry, Samantha. I’m not a crass playboy who parades his prowess with women. And what I have with you, my darling, belongs to me. No one else.”
• Sam sighed contentedly. His darling. She knew they should be getting dressed, getting back to the marquee, but when he kissed her, she just wanted to kiss him back, revelling in belonging to him like this, feeling securely wrapped in his warm strength, their naked bodies rubbing together, nothing coming between them.
• It was Tommy who stopped it, growing aroused again and warning her, “If you don’t want to be back on that bed…”