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let her go.
Because kissing her, holding her, touching her as he was doing , was only making things worse for both of them. He was giving her hope where there was none. He was letting her lead him where he knew neither of them should go.
He just didn’t need the pain!
Gasping from the effort, he dragged himself away from her. Watching as she clung to the table instead of him, he saw her face reflect her confusion. She didn’t understand that the weakness in her limbs was not due to her illnesses, but to desire. How could she know when she had never experienced a man’s kiss or touch before? Her first should be with someone who truly cared for her. Not with a blackguard like him whose only interest was to bury his hard arousal deep in her soft body until he knew release.
Men like him took what they wanted and cared nothing for the havoc they left in their wake. Men like him were no better than the wolf. Men like him were better off alone.
‘Come on. This part of the Keep is dangerous. We need to get out of here.’ He took up the lamp and her arm, and helped her back into the habitable part of the castle. She had said nothing since their kiss, and the longer she stayed silent, the more concerned he became. What was she thinking? What twisted perspective would she be taking on his abrupt ending of their intimacies. Probably deciding he’d found her not to his ‘taste’ after all. God in Heaven, if she only knew!
Wh en he reached her door, he led her across the hall and down several doors to the water-closet and the one next to it that was the room housing the claw-footed bath tub. When she saw the size of the tub and the taps for both hot and cold water extended over it, she spoke for the first time.
‘Do you think anyone would mind if I took a bath? I can still smell the coal dust on my skin.’
‘Of course n ot, Lass. That’s what it’s here for. There’s a cupboard in there with towels and such and you have a bar of soap on your wash stand. When you’re ready to come down to breakfast, go that way.’ He pointed in the opposite direction to the one they had taken to get back to her room.’
‘I remember that from last night. I am reasonably confident that I will be able to find my way downstairs without further assistance. Thank you for your help, Will . I am sorry for putting you to any inconvenience.’ She was definitely hurt and disappointed in him. Her tone was coldly polite, lacking all of the adoration he had come to expect from her.
So he’d finally succeeded in convincing her that he wasn’t worth her affection. Why did that success feel more like defeat?
CHAPTER SEVEN
It amazed Lily how quickly she settled in to life at Breckenhill Keep. The people we re friendly, and even though living with thirty people after her life of isolation was challenging, she took to it readily enough. No one treated her like a pathetic invalid except Will. And as the days rolled on, she started to feel she no longer was an invalid. Her health improved remarkably, and with it, her fitness.
They assigned her work in the library with the research team, as her studious leanings suited that duty. It had been disconcerting to find herself sitting next to the infamous Jasper Horton that first day, but she quickly came to realise that Fidelia was right about her husband. He was a superior man of kindness, patience and understanding.
She could not say the same for Charlotte. The first time Lily went into the gardens to enjoy the roses she had seen from the windows of the morning room, she had been confronted by the surly vixen.
‘Thes e roses are mine,’ Charlotte said. ‘Keep away from them. I won’t tell you twice.’
Before she had a chance to find a reply or step away from the woman who stood nose to nose with her, Will materialised out of nowhere and forced Charlotte back. Although Charlotte was taller by a hand than Lily, the ex-pugilist still towered over
Because kissing her, holding her, touching her as he was doing , was only making things worse for both of them. He was giving her hope where there was none. He was letting her lead him where he knew neither of them should go.
He just didn’t need the pain!
Gasping from the effort, he dragged himself away from her. Watching as she clung to the table instead of him, he saw her face reflect her confusion. She didn’t understand that the weakness in her limbs was not due to her illnesses, but to desire. How could she know when she had never experienced a man’s kiss or touch before? Her first should be with someone who truly cared for her. Not with a blackguard like him whose only interest was to bury his hard arousal deep in her soft body until he knew release.
Men like him took what they wanted and cared nothing for the havoc they left in their wake. Men like him were no better than the wolf. Men like him were better off alone.
‘Come on. This part of the Keep is dangerous. We need to get out of here.’ He took up the lamp and her arm, and helped her back into the habitable part of the castle. She had said nothing since their kiss, and the longer she stayed silent, the more concerned he became. What was she thinking? What twisted perspective would she be taking on his abrupt ending of their intimacies. Probably deciding he’d found her not to his ‘taste’ after all. God in Heaven, if she only knew!
Wh en he reached her door, he led her across the hall and down several doors to the water-closet and the one next to it that was the room housing the claw-footed bath tub. When she saw the size of the tub and the taps for both hot and cold water extended over it, she spoke for the first time.
‘Do you think anyone would mind if I took a bath? I can still smell the coal dust on my skin.’
‘Of course n ot, Lass. That’s what it’s here for. There’s a cupboard in there with towels and such and you have a bar of soap on your wash stand. When you’re ready to come down to breakfast, go that way.’ He pointed in the opposite direction to the one they had taken to get back to her room.’
‘I remember that from last night. I am reasonably confident that I will be able to find my way downstairs without further assistance. Thank you for your help, Will . I am sorry for putting you to any inconvenience.’ She was definitely hurt and disappointed in him. Her tone was coldly polite, lacking all of the adoration he had come to expect from her.
So he’d finally succeeded in convincing her that he wasn’t worth her affection. Why did that success feel more like defeat?
CHAPTER SEVEN
It amazed Lily how quickly she settled in to life at Breckenhill Keep. The people we re friendly, and even though living with thirty people after her life of isolation was challenging, she took to it readily enough. No one treated her like a pathetic invalid except Will. And as the days rolled on, she started to feel she no longer was an invalid. Her health improved remarkably, and with it, her fitness.
They assigned her work in the library with the research team, as her studious leanings suited that duty. It had been disconcerting to find herself sitting next to the infamous Jasper Horton that first day, but she quickly came to realise that Fidelia was right about her husband. He was a superior man of kindness, patience and understanding.
She could not say the same for Charlotte. The first time Lily went into the gardens to enjoy the roses she had seen from the windows of the morning room, she had been confronted by the surly vixen.
‘Thes e roses are mine,’ Charlotte said. ‘Keep away from them. I won’t tell you twice.’
Before she had a chance to find a reply or step away from the woman who stood nose to nose with her, Will materialised out of nowhere and forced Charlotte back. Although Charlotte was taller by a hand than Lily, the ex-pugilist still towered over
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