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in marriage. And this particular wedding was especially regrettable, since Marcus was shackling himself to a young lady he had known for a ludicrously short period of time. Marcus had been a devout bachelor before meeting Arabella and completely losing his head over her, swept up in an infatuation.
Drew shook his head. He cared deeply for his friend and hoped he wouldnt be bitterly disappointed in love, but suspected it was inevitable.
As the vicar prosed on, he found his gaze straying across the aisle to the lovely Roslyn. She sat tall and straight, watching the ceremony with solemn interest.
Eventually his thoughts drifted back to the night they met. He remembered her scent, soft and tempting. He remembered the feel of her in his arms, her sweet, tentative response when he kissed her the first time.
Perhaps she truly was as inexperienced as shed claimed. If so, that explained why she kissed so innocently.
Shed responded fervently to their second kiss, though, and to his more erotic ministrations afterward. He was an expert at reading his lovers responses, and he could tell she wasnt feigning passion.
Hed responded with an unanticipated fervency of his own, Drew acknowledged. He rarely was that swiftly, that intensely, attracted to any woman. In truth, he couldnt remember ever feeling such a sudden fierce spark of desire as he had that night. The urge to sweep Roslyn up in his arms and carry her to the nearby chaise longue had been overwhelming. Hed wanted to make love to her for hours, to arouse her to pleasure and to experience his own, to prove to her they could have a supremely enjoyable liaison while it lasted.
Thank God he had taken it no further.
But how damned ironic that the first woman hed been interested in for months was off limits. Roslyn Loring was completely untouchable. No honorable gentleman would pursue her without marriage in mind. And he had no intention of winding up here in this church with her.
She had remained in his thoughts for days afterward, however. Hell, she was still captivating his thoughts. He couldnt forget her lush nakedness, her sweet, ripe breasts. Couldnt forget how her dusky nipples had felt in his mouth, how they tasted .
The ceremony was thankfully brief. A short while later, Marcus was given permission to kiss his bride, which he did with obvious tenderness.
Beside Drew, Eleanor sighed and wiped a tear from her eye.
Seeing her action, Heath leaned over to tease her. For someone who has jilted two suitors, Nell, you are strangely romantic.
Simply becauseI dont wish to wed doesnt mean Marcus shouldnt. He and Arabella are made for each other.
Drew refrained from scoffing, but barely.
Eleanor saw his expression and eyed him curiously. You dont believe they are in love, do you?
I believe Marcusthinks he loves her, which is not the same thing at all.
Heaths mouth curved. Such a cynic.
Drew smiled. Just so. But Ive never seen a union that was formed so precipitously last beyond the first flush of infatuation.
Neither have I, Eleanor said wistfully, but I know they must exist. All the poets say so.
She rose then and went to join her brother, where she gave him a long and heartfelt embrace. Heath and Drew followed but contented themselves with shaking hands with Marcus.
For once, Drew kept his cynical thoughts to himself. Through much of their boyhood and all of their adulthood, the three of them had been inseparable, having attended Eton and Oxford together and then come into their vast fortunes and illustrious titles the same year. Like Roslyn, Drew didnt want to spoil the momentous day for Marcus, even if he was troubled by his friends reckless rush into matrimony.
Nearby, the Loring sisters were engaged in an emotional embrace of their own, their tears and smiles a clear indication of their fondness for one another.
Shortly, however, the vicar intervened and urged the newly wedded couple to the
Drew shook his head. He cared deeply for his friend and hoped he wouldnt be bitterly disappointed in love, but suspected it was inevitable.
As the vicar prosed on, he found his gaze straying across the aisle to the lovely Roslyn. She sat tall and straight, watching the ceremony with solemn interest.
Eventually his thoughts drifted back to the night they met. He remembered her scent, soft and tempting. He remembered the feel of her in his arms, her sweet, tentative response when he kissed her the first time.
Perhaps she truly was as inexperienced as shed claimed. If so, that explained why she kissed so innocently.
Shed responded fervently to their second kiss, though, and to his more erotic ministrations afterward. He was an expert at reading his lovers responses, and he could tell she wasnt feigning passion.
Hed responded with an unanticipated fervency of his own, Drew acknowledged. He rarely was that swiftly, that intensely, attracted to any woman. In truth, he couldnt remember ever feeling such a sudden fierce spark of desire as he had that night. The urge to sweep Roslyn up in his arms and carry her to the nearby chaise longue had been overwhelming. Hed wanted to make love to her for hours, to arouse her to pleasure and to experience his own, to prove to her they could have a supremely enjoyable liaison while it lasted.
Thank God he had taken it no further.
But how damned ironic that the first woman hed been interested in for months was off limits. Roslyn Loring was completely untouchable. No honorable gentleman would pursue her without marriage in mind. And he had no intention of winding up here in this church with her.
She had remained in his thoughts for days afterward, however. Hell, she was still captivating his thoughts. He couldnt forget her lush nakedness, her sweet, ripe breasts. Couldnt forget how her dusky nipples had felt in his mouth, how they tasted .
The ceremony was thankfully brief. A short while later, Marcus was given permission to kiss his bride, which he did with obvious tenderness.
Beside Drew, Eleanor sighed and wiped a tear from her eye.
Seeing her action, Heath leaned over to tease her. For someone who has jilted two suitors, Nell, you are strangely romantic.
Simply becauseI dont wish to wed doesnt mean Marcus shouldnt. He and Arabella are made for each other.
Drew refrained from scoffing, but barely.
Eleanor saw his expression and eyed him curiously. You dont believe they are in love, do you?
I believe Marcusthinks he loves her, which is not the same thing at all.
Heaths mouth curved. Such a cynic.
Drew smiled. Just so. But Ive never seen a union that was formed so precipitously last beyond the first flush of infatuation.
Neither have I, Eleanor said wistfully, but I know they must exist. All the poets say so.
She rose then and went to join her brother, where she gave him a long and heartfelt embrace. Heath and Drew followed but contented themselves with shaking hands with Marcus.
For once, Drew kept his cynical thoughts to himself. Through much of their boyhood and all of their adulthood, the three of them had been inseparable, having attended Eton and Oxford together and then come into their vast fortunes and illustrious titles the same year. Like Roslyn, Drew didnt want to spoil the momentous day for Marcus, even if he was troubled by his friends reckless rush into matrimony.
Nearby, the Loring sisters were engaged in an emotional embrace of their own, their tears and smiles a clear indication of their fondness for one another.
Shortly, however, the vicar intervened and urged the newly wedded couple to the
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