Kidnapped with a Knight: A Steamy Regency Romance (Ravishing Regencies Book 0.5) by Murdoch Emily

Author:Murdoch, Emily [Murdoch, Emily]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2020-02-01T16:00:00+00:00

7

Nothing could have prepared Edmund for the confusion of waking up.

The world seemed all wrong. Mrs Bird has obviously been stinting on the cleanliness of her sheets, but also the care of them. They felt hard, almost wooden to the touch – and as for his pillow, it had been grievously treated. It felt no better, as Edmund lay there with his eyes shut, as his own waistcoat.

Edmund opened his eyes. The reason that his sheets felt like wood was because they were floorboards. The reason his pillow felt like his waistcoat, brass buttons and all, was because it was his waistcoat.

He was lying on the floor of a building he did not recognise with a naked woman wrapped around him that he recognised even less.

The moment of panic only lasted but an instant, and then memories rushed back. He had been kidnapped on Christmas Eve, been tied up and dragged here, spent Christmas Day bound for half it, and the whole of it with a woman who…

Edmund’s eyes returned to the naked woman curled into him. It was Molly, and she was asleep. A smile drifted across her lips and her arm was across his chest.

Molly. There was no one like her. He had bedded women, of course, but nothing like this. Nothing like this close connection. They had seemed so entwined, so close in spirit as well as body, that he had been utterly free with her.

She moved against him and Edmund’s smile broadened. If anyone had told him, when he had clapped eyes upon her from the other side of the King’s Head just two days ago, that he would not only have made love to her but also seemed to be falling…

No. Surely not. Sir Edmund Northmere did not fall in love with the women he bedded.

Edmund lay there, luxuriating in the feeling of her pressed up against him. It was more than a lustful thrill, it was something far greater.

“Do you trust me?”

“Not on your life.”

She had evidently trusted someone in the past and it had all gone catastrophically wrong. Anger flared in his stomach at the idea of anyone hurting Molly. Why – how could anyone do that to a woman so precious?

His memories slipped to the evening, that kiss he bestowed upon her that led to such delightful pleasure. God’s teeth, if he had known she had been so desperate for his touch, he would have stripped her of her gown and corset the moment she had pulled those ropes from his hands.

Edmund glanced down at Molly again and smiled. Well, Molly Kimble would not have been a very good wife for Edmund, Marquis of Dewsbury. He would have had to marry for money, or power, or connections. His father would have accepted no less.

But there was no reason that Sir Edmund Northmere, knight, could not marry Miss Molly Kimble. No reason at all.

God knew how long they were to be trapped here together. For some reason, the thought no longer filled him with fear and frustration.

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