Desperate Bride by A.S. Fenichel

Author:A.S. Fenichel
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Kensington
Published: 2017-04-10T15:33:11+00:00

Chapter 13

Her eyes drilled into him like nothing and no one else. If he gave in and took her to bed, he’d be physically satisfied but no closer to having what he wanted from her. Perhaps he asked too much of her. She had little experience with human passion. Her romance came from music.

She brushed a stray hair from his forehead. “It might be best if I retired to the country. Then I would not risk hurting you further.”

Losing her was not an option. Not this soon. Not without one hell of a fight. “Dory, will you play me the piece you have been working on?”

Blinking, she licked her lips. “It is not finished.”

The pink of her tongue darting out to wet her lips drove him to distraction. “I know, but it’s lovely, and if you wouldn’t mind, I would like to hear it.”

“I do not usually play a piece in public until it is complete.”

“This is not public. Only your husband will be in the room.”

She nodded and pushed on his chest.

Letting her go in that moment was one of the hardest things he’d ever done. It went against every instinct to release this extraordinary woman, but he did it, and then followed her out of his study and into the music room. Closing the door, he let the room embrace him. He had only practiced the harp since his marriage and he missed the warmth of the drawing room. He’d brought in several groupings of chairs and couches for comfort and done away with the standard of placing lines of chairs along the walls. Changing the arrangement of the room made it more organic and therefore a more creative venue.

“This is my favorite place in your house.” She opened the pianoforte and sat.

“It is our house and I love it in here.” Standing beside the instrument, he admired the curve of her shoulder, down strong arms to her tapered fingers, poised on the keys. His heartbeat tripled.

She cocked her head. “You never come in here.”

“I wanted you to have total access to the room without my interference. I am never far away though.”

“I could never wish to drive you away from your own music, Tom.”

He sat beside her on the bench. “May I tell you something?”

“Yes.”

“I am fascinated to the point of distraction with the way you play. The sound of it has become an obsession for me.”

Her eyes widened before she looked away and dropped her hands to her lap. “Perhaps you should play for me instead.”

Not knowing what to say was not a state he found himself in often. “I—you are a far superior musician.”

“You will not play?”

Was there anything he wouldn’t do for her? It was a small request. “I rarely play for anyone, sweetheart, but I shall play for you.”

She scooted a few inches over so he had more of the bench and better access to the instrument.

Laying his hands on the keys, he played her composition as he had heard it for the past few days.

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