Mistletoe and the Marquess by Wendy Vella

Author:Wendy Vella [Vella, Wendy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Regency Romance
Publisher: Vella Ink
Published: 2018-01-15T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SIX

Harry had watched Jemma stop in the middle of the road and look back at him, her body suddenly motionless, watching him for long drawn-out seconds. He would have given over his entire fortune to know what she was thinking at that moment. Seconds later she had turned and fled.

What the hell had just happened? Harry started to follow slowly. Was his reaction to Miss Partridge something to do with Hero? Was he that desperate to be near a woman that he had just ravished a respectable young lady—who was betrothed, no less.

“What is it about you, Miss Partridge?”

And why was he seeing her clearly now? Was that Hero’s doing also? He felt like the life he had always lived was slowly unraveling. He was feeling things he’d rarely felt before, seeing things in women he had never seen in them before.

One thing he had realized after that kiss was that Miss Partridge had a mouth made to ravish and a body he longed to touch, soft and curvaceous. Even through her thick clothing, Harry had responded to the feel of her pressed against him.

“Her lips were made for sin,” he muttered, disgusted with himself. They had arrived at a tentative state of companionship, and he’d just ruined it by kissing her. But then hadn’t she kissed him back? Hadn’t her mouth moved beneath his? Hadn’t she slumped into him, and dear Christ he’d enjoyed it. He was still aroused, even on such a bloody chilly day.

It was ridiculous, but he felt as if he were betraying Hero.

“You don’t even know her name, you idiot.”

Shaking his head, he walked slowly back to the inn. When he arrived, Miss Partridge was in the courtyard with the rest of her traveling party, about to leave.

Harry had to say good-bye; it would be expected of him, especially considering Phillip was standing beside their coach.

“We shall see you next week then, Thomas, at the dinner Lord Crickley is hosting before the wedding.”

“Yes.”

Thomas Radler did not look happy. In fact, the expression on his face was one of anger, and Harry believed that had more to do with his cousin’s impending nuptials rather than seeing Phillip again. He must remember to question Phillip over this, and refused to think about his need to do so, and that he was now thoroughly intrigued with Jemma Partridge.

“Good-bye, my Lord.”

“Miss Partridge.” Harry stepped forward and held out his hand as she moved toward the carriage. For some perverse reason, he wanted to touch her once more, even if the contact was through their gloves. She hesitated, but could not refuse him, so placed her small hand on his. Harry folded her fingers inside his briefly as he helped her into the carriage, and then he released them.

“Travel safely, Miss Partridge.”

“I shall, as my fiancé is awaiting me at the end of this journey, and I l-long to see him.”

He wasn’t sure if she was reminding him she was to be wed or herself. Her small stutter disturbed him.

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