Stealing a Rogue's Kiss by Amanda Mariel

Author:Amanda Mariel
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: 0
Published: 2018-11-06T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 8

Despite the cold winter air and gently falling snow Marcus’s blood warmed as he watched Daphne ice skating across the frozen pond. Why the hell had he kissed her? He should have known it wouldn’t lead anywhere good. Now he found himself desperate to possess a woman who was off limits to him. Not only was she Bradford’s beloved cousin, but she was too sweet by far.

Still, he burned with desire for her. She was everything he never wanted. Sweet, shy, innocent. It was for all those reasons and more that he’d refused to kiss her so many years prior. The same reasons he should have denied her now. He wasn’t fit to take such a woman to wife.

She skated past with Natalie beside her and their eyes met for the briefest of moments. Had he detected longing in her blue depths? He studied her as she made her way around the pond. Did she long for him as he did her? The fire in her gaze spoke to such feelings.

He was proving to be quite the fool. Surely he’d only imagined the invitation in her eyes for somehow he doubted that she would welcome him.

Unable to withstand the torture any longer, he rose to leave. She did not want him. Even if she did, he was all wrong for her. Scooping up his skates, he started toward the house. A warm fire and tumbler of whiskey would be most welcome.

Marcus made his way to the billiards room then went directly to the sideboard. He poured a copious amount of whiskey into a tumbler. The liquor slid over his tongue and warmed his throat. He finished the contents of his glass in one long gulp before turning to inspect the room.

Grateful to find it empty, save for himself, he refilled his tumbler. Marcus lifted the crystal decanter into his empty hand and strolled to the window. As though he had no power over his own actions, he peered into the dark night. Torchlight lit the frozen pond, casting shadows over its icy surface.

As if of its own accord, his gaze searched for Daphne. He could not stop himself from wondering who she skated with now. Questions circled through his mind in a never-ending succession. Was she laughing? Did she notice his absence and wonder where he’d gone? Was she chilled?

He’d give anything for the right to warm her. To wrap her in his embrace and kiss her soundly while he rubbed his hands over her lush body. His groin tightened at the images forming in his mind.

“Bloody hell.” He ground the words out from between clenched teeth. It seemed there was no way to escape her. The more he tried not to think about Daphne, the more she haunted him. He tossed back the whiskey remaining in his tumbler.

When he stared back out at the pond, his gaze caught on Daphne—and Ashe.

Without thought, Marcus slammed his tumbler down, turned, and propelled himself toward the pond. Ashe had no business with her.

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