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He laid her down on the sun-warmed flowers. She watched him through half-lidded eyes. She lifted her arms and he came to her, resting his head against the swell of her breasts.
Her heart beat beneath his ear. Life danced and hummed around them.
He slid his hands up her skirts, over her smooth thighs. She wasn’t wearing any drawers. How delightful. He squeezed her buttocks, angling her hips, spreading her thighs for his tongue, like a marauding bee sucking molten sunlight from a...
Drew woke with a gasp and a stiff cock.No, just a few more minutes, please. Or maybe an hour?
Christ. What was he, sixteen? Erotic dreams about a girl he just met. And why had his dream been so damnedflowery? His sleep was usually invaded by nightmares, or else he was too exhausted from his labors to dream at all.
This dream had been filled with sunshine, flowers, and MissPenny.
The sun on his back, breeze cooling the sweat from their brows, tucking daisies into her hair...
There he went again.
What the devil was wrong with him? He blamed it on the whisky.
It must be bothering him more than he cared to admit that a lady possessed of such spirit and intellect, not to mention such a sharp wit, would choose a wastrel like Rafe.
Corbyn stood sentry at Beatrice’s door even now because of Rafe.
Drew was sleeping here in the hope that Rafe might return, and then Drew could continue the interrogation.
The bastard who had sent the letter would send another one soon.
It was his move.
Come on, you miscreant, come and find me.
He thrust off the tangled covers and left the bed, walking to the window. He opened the casement and leaned into the night air, taking great gulping breaths.
He couldn’t stop thinking about MissPenny. The zing of attraction between them. The unevenness of her breathing as she’d tied his cravat.
Or had it all been one-sided? Perhaps she hadn’t felt a thing. She’d been humoring him, or worse, trying to be rid of him so that she could hold her tryst with Rafe.
Why in the name of everything unholy would she want Rafe? It made no kind of sense. His brother wasn’t the marrying type—even a girl who’d been raised by her uncle in the countryside would know that.
So what did she want with him? Did she think she could reform him?
Good luck with that. Drew had been trying for years now and Rafe wasn’t ready to change. He might never be. If he’d truly done something so heinous that the family could be extorted because of it... well then, MissPenny was putting herself in danger.
Changing her gown for Rafe. He didn’t deserve to have a young lady go to so much trouble to please him.
More important, MissPenny didn’t need to change. She was absolutely perfect just the way she was.
Stop thinking things like that.
It was late. He was tired. He’d just had an erotic dream that had been cut short in a very unsatisfactory manner. His cock was still semi-hard.
There was something deliberate about the way she’d hidden the dress in the shed. She had specific plans. She had secrets.
She was the last lady he should be thinking about. She’d never be happy in Cornwall.
You’re only thinking about her because she chose Rafe over you.
Just because he’d abandoned his rakish ways and found some purpose for his life didn’t make him stuffy and boring. Just because he didn’t gamble, consort with courtesans, or have a cravat style named after him didn’t make him unappealing to adventurous ladies.
It had never occurred to him that a young lady might not find him attractive. He’d never had any trouble finding female companionship. Women used to flock to him, they couldn’t get enough. His prowess in the sheets had been legendary. He’d been the wickedest rake of them all.
