"Jane felt limp and sated and thoroughly wicked as she snuggled against Dom. They were still joined below, though he'd begun to soften inside her. Still, how naughty it was to be here like this, how deliciously carnal to have made love while they were both half-dressed. Why, Dom still even wore his cravat! She didn't know why that excited her, though it did. But not as much as Dom saying "please" over and over. Letting her take control of their lovemaking. Even her to do it. And not nearly as much as Dom asking her to marry him. Well, he didn't really , exactly. He demanded it yet again. But he'd said "please," and that made all the difference. Especially since he'd then asked her to love him. Silly man. As if she had any choice in the matter. "I do love you, you know," she whispered. "I can't help myself. I fell in love with you practically from the moment we met, and I never stopped." "I love you, too, sweeting," he murmured into her shoulder. "Always have, always will." Her heart thundered in her chest. She'd waited so long to hear those words again, she could scarcely believe them. She pulled back to search his face. "Truly?" "Truly." With infinite tenderness, he brushed her fringe of curls from her eyes. "I tried so hard to forget you after we parted. But I couldn't. Not for one day." That earned him a long kiss...that, and the prospect of him as hers. Her very own Oh, yes. She could let herself think it now. They could marry at once, or at least as soon as this business with Nancy was over. Nancy! Oh, Lord, she'd forgotten all about her cousin. Sliding off him, she frantically sought to put her clothing to rights. "You don't think that Meredith returned while we were...you know..." "No." A faint amusement lightened his tone as he tucked himself back into his drawers and buttoned them. "The man I spoke to said she and her family return at seven every night." He pulled out his pocket watch. "It's only six now." "Thank heaven." She tugged her skirts and petticoats into place and patted her hair. "I do wish that hackney coaches came with mirrors." Dom's eyes gleamed at her. "Be glad I didn't take your hair down completely, while I was mauling you with all the self-control of some half-grown lad." She shot him a teasing glance. "I didn't mind. You maul very well. And making love in a carriage, with the world passing by unsuspecting, was rather...well...thrilling." "I can do without that kind of thrill, frankly. If anyone had discovered us..." He shuddered. "Next time we make love, it will be in a bed, and I will treat you with the tenderness you deserve."