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into your argument,” she demanded.
“ Debate, Miss
Westin.”
She pursed her lips and he wanted
nothing more than to make them soften. Miss Westin should smile
often, but right now they were firm and she looked as if she were
trying to decide exactly what to say back. Instead of waiting, Clay
did the one thing he longed to do since bringing her out here. He
placed a finger under her chin and brought his lips to
hers.
Miss Westin stiffened, then relaxed.
After a moment she was returning the kiss. He should pull away and
escort her back into the house. He was not a man to kiss innocent
young women in gardens. That was Jordan’s job. Yet, he couldn’t
bring himself to make the break. Her lips were sweet, her scent
intoxicating. Snaking a hand around her waist he brought her close
to his body and traced the seam of her lips. She opened and he
plunged. Desire shot to his groin. He should have known it would be
like this. Unable to get her out of his mind, or keep from looking
at her at every venue, he knew her kiss would be delicious as he
anticipated.
A small hand came to his shoulder and
she clutched him tightly. He deepened the kiss and she allowed it.
His body heated and he throbbed with desire. He needed to stop this
now before he found himself ruining the woman. She had enough
worries without him adding to them.
Slowly he drew away and looked down at
her. Miss Westin’s eyes slowly opened and looked into his. They
widened and she gasped, stepping away from his embrace. “Whatever
came over me?”
He grinned. “Hopefully the same thing
that came over me.”
“ Really, Lord Westin,
please don’t think poorly of me. I’ve, well, not, it is just that…”
He chuckled and placed her hand back
on his arm. “I understand.”
He should return her to the ballroom,
or at least to an area where there were more guests about.
Unfortunately, he could not enter a completely lit area until his
desire for her waned a bit. Not that he could explain his condition
to her. All Clay could do was walk slowly back and hope the
coolness of the night dampened his ardor.
*
Eleanor fell back in her bed and
stared up at the canopy. This day was unlike anything she had ever
encountered. First Benjamin came down with the measles, and since
no messages had arrived, Eleanor could only assume he had not
worsened and prayed for a quick recovery.
Then there was the unexpected kindness
of Lord Bentley. Truly, she never thought he would be the type of
gentleman to help her out unexpectedly as he had. And then there
was that kiss. She rolled over and sighed. Such a kiss. She had
only been kissed once, and that was by Drake. His had been short
and left no emotion behind. Whereas Lord Bentley’s sent heat
flowing through her veins and longing throbbed deep in her belly.
She had never experienced anything like it before.
Why had he kissed her? It was so
unexpected. Until today, she was fairly certain he didn’t even like
her. What was he about? Did she want to know?
Yes .
He already knew of her family and had
still pulled her into conversation, walked with her in the garden,
and finally, had delivered the most delicious kiss anyone could
ever receive. Was he set on courting her or just being kind? Oh she
wished she knew, but it was too soon to get her hopes up. Just
because he showed her attention today did not mean he was
considering her for a more important position in his life. She must
just wait and see what the next few days would bring.
However, if he did want to kiss her
again, Eleanor was certain she would not object.
Chapter 6
Clay glanced up when John stepped into
the room. “Could you close the door?”
John did as asked and sauntered over
to the desk and took a seat. “I haven’t been summoned to this room
in a very long time. Pray tell, what have I done?”
Clay sat back. “Nothing that I am
aware of.”
John glanced around and grimaced and
Clay didn’t blame him. When in London this was where their
into your argument,” she demanded.
“ Debate, Miss
Westin.”
She pursed her lips and he wanted
nothing more than to make them soften. Miss Westin should smile
often, but right now they were firm and she looked as if she were
trying to decide exactly what to say back. Instead of waiting, Clay
did the one thing he longed to do since bringing her out here. He
placed a finger under her chin and brought his lips to
hers.
Miss Westin stiffened, then relaxed.
After a moment she was returning the kiss. He should pull away and
escort her back into the house. He was not a man to kiss innocent
young women in gardens. That was Jordan’s job. Yet, he couldn’t
bring himself to make the break. Her lips were sweet, her scent
intoxicating. Snaking a hand around her waist he brought her close
to his body and traced the seam of her lips. She opened and he
plunged. Desire shot to his groin. He should have known it would be
like this. Unable to get her out of his mind, or keep from looking
at her at every venue, he knew her kiss would be delicious as he
anticipated.
A small hand came to his shoulder and
she clutched him tightly. He deepened the kiss and she allowed it.
His body heated and he throbbed with desire. He needed to stop this
now before he found himself ruining the woman. She had enough
worries without him adding to them.
Slowly he drew away and looked down at
her. Miss Westin’s eyes slowly opened and looked into his. They
widened and she gasped, stepping away from his embrace. “Whatever
came over me?”
He grinned. “Hopefully the same thing
that came over me.”
“ Really, Lord Westin,
please don’t think poorly of me. I’ve, well, not, it is just that…”
He chuckled and placed her hand back
on his arm. “I understand.”
He should return her to the ballroom,
or at least to an area where there were more guests about.
Unfortunately, he could not enter a completely lit area until his
desire for her waned a bit. Not that he could explain his condition
to her. All Clay could do was walk slowly back and hope the
coolness of the night dampened his ardor.
*
Eleanor fell back in her bed and
stared up at the canopy. This day was unlike anything she had ever
encountered. First Benjamin came down with the measles, and since
no messages had arrived, Eleanor could only assume he had not
worsened and prayed for a quick recovery.
Then there was the unexpected kindness
of Lord Bentley. Truly, she never thought he would be the type of
gentleman to help her out unexpectedly as he had. And then there
was that kiss. She rolled over and sighed. Such a kiss. She had
only been kissed once, and that was by Drake. His had been short
and left no emotion behind. Whereas Lord Bentley’s sent heat
flowing through her veins and longing throbbed deep in her belly.
She had never experienced anything like it before.
Why had he kissed her? It was so
unexpected. Until today, she was fairly certain he didn’t even like
her. What was he about? Did she want to know?
Yes .
He already knew of her family and had
still pulled her into conversation, walked with her in the garden,
and finally, had delivered the most delicious kiss anyone could
ever receive. Was he set on courting her or just being kind? Oh she
wished she knew, but it was too soon to get her hopes up. Just
because he showed her attention today did not mean he was
considering her for a more important position in his life. She must
just wait and see what the next few days would bring.
However, if he did want to kiss her
again, Eleanor was certain she would not object.
Chapter 6
Clay glanced up when John stepped into
the room. “Could you close the door?”
John did as asked and sauntered over
to the desk and took a seat. “I haven’t been summoned to this room
in a very long time. Pray tell, what have I done?”
Clay sat back. “Nothing that I am
aware of.”
John glanced around and grimaced and
Clay didn’t blame him. When in London this was where their
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