teasing.
She’d lied to him, deceived him and disobeyed. She had never done any of those things until the Jerseys’ garden party.
Insanity had claimed her.
What had she done?
Her heart raced, her blood running thick with the memory of their intimate caress.
“Miss Marlow, will you dance?”
She turned to face Lloyd Montague, another of her usual set.
She liked him, she liked them all, but they did not intrigue or enchant her. The only man who did that liked to make her dance with danger.
She accepted Lloyd’s arm and let him lead her into a waltz. But she longed to be outside with Lord Framlington again.
Would she go tomorrow? She could, if she took a groom.
But would it be wise?
Of course it would not. It would be anything but wise. But she wanted to go.
Where would this lead if she went? Not to marriage. Her family would never permit it. It could only lead to disgrace.
She would not.
Chapter 4
Drew sat astride his horse, waiting by the gates of Hyde Park. Miss Marlow was thirty minutes late. She was making a fool of him.
Impatience bit hard. His hands on the pommel of his saddle he shifted his weight, and as he did so, he thought of her in his hands last night. Something gripped within his stomach, something which was not lust. She had melted him. Entirely. He had been ice and now he was water… She flowed in his veins, he’d never had an encounter with a woman which was so… beautiful… so real
God his heart had thundered as hard as hers at the end, and he’d wanted to yell out with jubilation. She would have thought him insane, and of course, it would have meant they may have been caught.
His friends would think him insane too if they knew how he felt.
He’d smiled for the rest of the night, like a damned green youth who’d just discovered the sport, and he’d still been smiling this morning.
She had been all that he’d hoped of in an innocent woman.
He, Drew Framlington, had been the first to show the beautiful Miss Marlow what true pleasure could be!
Yet she had not come this morning. He was not smiling anymore.
Damn it. Waiting on a woman was not Drew’s forte. He’d rather walk away than wait. But he craved her now, he could never choose another woman now. Not after her beautiful response last night… and he needed to marry someone, he needed a bloody fortune too. He refused to go back to his former life and give pleasure to his mother’s friends for money, yet if he did not come into money soon the dun’s would have him in jail.
Devil take it, she’d shattered in his arms last night…
He’d not thought she would allow him so near so soon, but she’d been willing him on, kissing him back with an un-virginal fire.
He wished this courtship over and Miss Marlow in his bed, just as much as he wished for her damned money.
But it seemed he’d lost his touch.
After the climax he’d given her last night, and it had undoubtedly been her first, she had been shocked by it, he would have thought she’d be here begging him to marry her.
He lifted his watch from the pocket of his morning coat. Five minutes more had passed.
She’d stood him up.
Bloody hell. He would never live it down after he’d bragged to his friends that they could begin their celebrations.
Women, damn them, they were all fickle.
He saw her.
Lord. Something bit into his chest. Relief. Desperation. Then came the flood of hope on a wave of a storm of sensations even deeper than he’d experienced before.
She rode along the street outside the park, a peacock feather bouncing above her head, to match her vivid blue habit. The colour a sharp contrast to her pale skin. She sat the horse extremely well, her spine rigid and her grip on the reins firm. She looked magnificent riding the glossy jet black stallion.
A groom rode beside her, keeping guard over the Marlows’ precious package.
Drew smiled and tugged on his reins, turning his mare away from the gate and setting it to walk across the lawn.
He could
She’d lied to him, deceived him and disobeyed. She had never done any of those things until the Jerseys’ garden party.
Insanity had claimed her.
What had she done?
Her heart raced, her blood running thick with the memory of their intimate caress.
“Miss Marlow, will you dance?”
She turned to face Lloyd Montague, another of her usual set.
She liked him, she liked them all, but they did not intrigue or enchant her. The only man who did that liked to make her dance with danger.
She accepted Lloyd’s arm and let him lead her into a waltz. But she longed to be outside with Lord Framlington again.
Would she go tomorrow? She could, if she took a groom.
But would it be wise?
Of course it would not. It would be anything but wise. But she wanted to go.
Where would this lead if she went? Not to marriage. Her family would never permit it. It could only lead to disgrace.
She would not.
Chapter 4
Drew sat astride his horse, waiting by the gates of Hyde Park. Miss Marlow was thirty minutes late. She was making a fool of him.
Impatience bit hard. His hands on the pommel of his saddle he shifted his weight, and as he did so, he thought of her in his hands last night. Something gripped within his stomach, something which was not lust. She had melted him. Entirely. He had been ice and now he was water… She flowed in his veins, he’d never had an encounter with a woman which was so… beautiful… so real
God his heart had thundered as hard as hers at the end, and he’d wanted to yell out with jubilation. She would have thought him insane, and of course, it would have meant they may have been caught.
His friends would think him insane too if they knew how he felt.
He’d smiled for the rest of the night, like a damned green youth who’d just discovered the sport, and he’d still been smiling this morning.
She had been all that he’d hoped of in an innocent woman.
He, Drew Framlington, had been the first to show the beautiful Miss Marlow what true pleasure could be!
Yet she had not come this morning. He was not smiling anymore.
Damn it. Waiting on a woman was not Drew’s forte. He’d rather walk away than wait. But he craved her now, he could never choose another woman now. Not after her beautiful response last night… and he needed to marry someone, he needed a bloody fortune too. He refused to go back to his former life and give pleasure to his mother’s friends for money, yet if he did not come into money soon the dun’s would have him in jail.
Devil take it, she’d shattered in his arms last night…
He’d not thought she would allow him so near so soon, but she’d been willing him on, kissing him back with an un-virginal fire.
He wished this courtship over and Miss Marlow in his bed, just as much as he wished for her damned money.
But it seemed he’d lost his touch.
After the climax he’d given her last night, and it had undoubtedly been her first, she had been shocked by it, he would have thought she’d be here begging him to marry her.
He lifted his watch from the pocket of his morning coat. Five minutes more had passed.
She’d stood him up.
Bloody hell. He would never live it down after he’d bragged to his friends that they could begin their celebrations.
Women, damn them, they were all fickle.
He saw her.
Lord. Something bit into his chest. Relief. Desperation. Then came the flood of hope on a wave of a storm of sensations even deeper than he’d experienced before.
She rode along the street outside the park, a peacock feather bouncing above her head, to match her vivid blue habit. The colour a sharp contrast to her pale skin. She sat the horse extremely well, her spine rigid and her grip on the reins firm. She looked magnificent riding the glossy jet black stallion.
A groom rode beside her, keeping guard over the Marlows’ precious package.
Drew smiled and tugged on his reins, turning his mare away from the gate and setting it to walk across the lawn.
He could
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