her she never left his mind. His imagination ran away with her, kissed her, touched her, made love to her. If the insanity of his thoughts did not come to an end, he would be a candidate for Bedlam.
He shifted. The constant state of his anatomy these days cried out for relief. He already attempted a toss between the sheets with Lady Quartermane, but left unsatisfied. He feared he might forever stay in this condition, especially considering he would never be able to indulge his carnal desires with the only woman who he believed could cure him.
The trip back to Rosehill Manor seemed like days instead of a mere hour. He was tempted to knock on the roof and demand his driver take up the reins as if giving chase. He tried to sleep, but sleep would not come, not that it mattered since his dreams most likely would include her.
He should not have touched her as he did. He had no right, but when she looked at him with those green eyes, he felt like a drowning man thrown a rope to save himself. He grabbed on and did not let go. He wanted to kiss her. He needed to touch her. The feel of her breast in his hand nearly made him explode his seed in his pants.
If the sound of the ladies nattering voices did not burn the edge of his consciousness no telling what he might have done. How easy it would have been to kiss her breast, to lick it with his tongue, to suckle on it as a babe might do.
These thoughts were not helping him one bit. He stayed in a constant state of hardness thinking of her. He could not continue on like this, and he needed to avoid her at all costs. He would stay away from Nightingale Hall until she married her Mr. Parker and left the area. He had plenty to keep him occupied at Rosehill Manor, and he could always take a trip to London to relieve himself of his pain.
The site of his new home made him smile. The white, three-story manor stood at the top of a hill, like a queen overlooking her subjects. Tall windows gleamed in the sunlight. The doors opened as if by magic as he headed up the steps.
"Welcome home, Lord William." Scott took his coat and hat. "You have a guest waiting in the drawing room for you."
"A guest? Who?"
"A Lady Quartermane, my lord."
***
"Miss Chambers." Mr. Parker came to her, took both her hands, and raised them to his lips. "I have missed you so much darling."
"And I you." Cassie felt the familiar giddiness rise within her whenever she saw him. Mr. Parker did not tower over her, but instead, met her face to face. His sparkling blue eyes held her captive. His lips curved into a brilliant smile, tickling her senses as always. Her reactions to him did not change, yet the shadow of what she had done, and her reactions to another, squeezed her from the inside out.
She bit her lip to keep from crying out the sordid truth of her sins. Her stomach clenched and unclenched. Despite her best efforts to get her emotions under control, a tear slipped out and streamed down her cheek.
"Miss Chambers, what is the matter dear?" Mr. Parker cupped her face with his cool hands and looked into her eyes. Surely he could read right through her, right into her heart and soul, and see the black marks of betrayal.
She turned her lips to his palm and dropped tiny kisses. She wanted him to kiss her, not a tiny tingling kiss, but a deep passionate kiss. "I have missed you so." He started to pull his hands away, but she grabbed his wrists. "No. Kiss me. Please kiss me."
Mr. Parker raised his brow and smiled. "If you wish, my love." He set his lips to hers. What happened to the tingle? One quick moment and he moved his mouth away.
"No. I want you to really kiss me," she pleaded.
"I did kiss you darling." Mr. Parker's brows creased together in confusion.
"Passion, Mr. Parker, I want passion." Cassie begged him with her eyes and her words and her heart.
"Passion is best reserved for the marriage bed, Miss Chambers." Mr. Parker pulled
He shifted. The constant state of his anatomy these days cried out for relief. He already attempted a toss between the sheets with Lady Quartermane, but left unsatisfied. He feared he might forever stay in this condition, especially considering he would never be able to indulge his carnal desires with the only woman who he believed could cure him.
The trip back to Rosehill Manor seemed like days instead of a mere hour. He was tempted to knock on the roof and demand his driver take up the reins as if giving chase. He tried to sleep, but sleep would not come, not that it mattered since his dreams most likely would include her.
He should not have touched her as he did. He had no right, but when she looked at him with those green eyes, he felt like a drowning man thrown a rope to save himself. He grabbed on and did not let go. He wanted to kiss her. He needed to touch her. The feel of her breast in his hand nearly made him explode his seed in his pants.
If the sound of the ladies nattering voices did not burn the edge of his consciousness no telling what he might have done. How easy it would have been to kiss her breast, to lick it with his tongue, to suckle on it as a babe might do.
These thoughts were not helping him one bit. He stayed in a constant state of hardness thinking of her. He could not continue on like this, and he needed to avoid her at all costs. He would stay away from Nightingale Hall until she married her Mr. Parker and left the area. He had plenty to keep him occupied at Rosehill Manor, and he could always take a trip to London to relieve himself of his pain.
The site of his new home made him smile. The white, three-story manor stood at the top of a hill, like a queen overlooking her subjects. Tall windows gleamed in the sunlight. The doors opened as if by magic as he headed up the steps.
"Welcome home, Lord William." Scott took his coat and hat. "You have a guest waiting in the drawing room for you."
"A guest? Who?"
"A Lady Quartermane, my lord."
***
"Miss Chambers." Mr. Parker came to her, took both her hands, and raised them to his lips. "I have missed you so much darling."
"And I you." Cassie felt the familiar giddiness rise within her whenever she saw him. Mr. Parker did not tower over her, but instead, met her face to face. His sparkling blue eyes held her captive. His lips curved into a brilliant smile, tickling her senses as always. Her reactions to him did not change, yet the shadow of what she had done, and her reactions to another, squeezed her from the inside out.
She bit her lip to keep from crying out the sordid truth of her sins. Her stomach clenched and unclenched. Despite her best efforts to get her emotions under control, a tear slipped out and streamed down her cheek.
"Miss Chambers, what is the matter dear?" Mr. Parker cupped her face with his cool hands and looked into her eyes. Surely he could read right through her, right into her heart and soul, and see the black marks of betrayal.
She turned her lips to his palm and dropped tiny kisses. She wanted him to kiss her, not a tiny tingling kiss, but a deep passionate kiss. "I have missed you so." He started to pull his hands away, but she grabbed his wrists. "No. Kiss me. Please kiss me."
Mr. Parker raised his brow and smiled. "If you wish, my love." He set his lips to hers. What happened to the tingle? One quick moment and he moved his mouth away.
"No. I want you to really kiss me," she pleaded.
"I did kiss you darling." Mr. Parker's brows creased together in confusion.
"Passion, Mr. Parker, I want passion." Cassie begged him with her eyes and her words and her heart.
"Passion is best reserved for the marriage bed, Miss Chambers." Mr. Parker pulled
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