Miss Benwick Reforms a Rogue by Maggie Fenton

Author:Maggie Fenton [Fenton, Maggie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Margaret Cooke
Published: 2019-07-31T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

The Temptation of Miss Benwick

Davina started awake, heart pounding and sweat beading her skin. She didn’t remember her dream, only that it had been unpleasant, and filled with giant balloons and sinister, faceless men. Terror still gripped her, but it wasn’t for herself. It was for someone else. She had a feeling that something dreadful was going to happen, and she was too late to stop it.

She breathed through her nose and focused on the dim ceiling above her until her heart returned to its normal pace. Finally, her mind cleared enough for her to realize that she was not in her bed at the castle. As she took in the unfamiliar, shadowy surroundings revealed in the sparse light of the dying fire in the grate, she remembered the previous evening’s misadventure.

She was in the coaching inn at Hebden. She didn’t know how long she’d been asleep, but the moon had shifted lower, the rain had slackened off into a drizzle, and the raucous customers downstairs were no longer quite so raucous.

The next thing she noticed was that her body was toasty warm despite the chill of the room. Something heavy and hot draped around her back like an animal skin, and whatever it was smelled wonderful, like pine forests and sandalwood. She moved her hand to pull the warmth more firmly around her and encountered something hard and smooth and very much alive. A man’s naked, muscled arm.

Then she felt the puff of breath against her neck, and the slow, sinuous slide of a giant hand over the curve of one of her hips. It dawned on her then that the warm, heavy thing encircling her was, in fact, a slumbering Hirst. He had her wrapped up in his arms like a cocoon around a caterpillar, and it was fragrant and intoxicating and…he was caressing her leg.

He was caressing her leg. And breathing in her ear. And, good God, what was that poking into her lower back?

Davina came fully awake and sat up, only just restraining herself from leaping out of the bed. The last thing she needed was for Hirst to wake up at that moment and realize what he’d been doing. She’d be exposed for sure.

Hirst stirred restlessly on the mattress at the disturbance, his long arm searching the spot she had vacated. She held her breath until finally he rolled over onto his back, muttering something and nuzzling the side of his face into the pillow.

She released her breath in relief, but hesitated over what to do next. The small voice of reason in her head told her to get out of the bed. But every other part of her didn’t want to move. Because the truth of the matter was that she’d liked waking up in Hirst’s strong, warm arms. She’d liked pretending, just for a moment, that she wasn’t Leon, that she was…well, Davina for once.

Which was very confusing, because she was pretending to be Leon. She was Davina.

But even when she’d been

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