The Bride Who Got Lucky by Janna MacGregor

Author:Janna MacGregor
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: St. Martin's Press

Chapter Fourteen

Emma’s every breath and small sighs tortured Nick with thoughts of her soft skin, her delicate lips, and the perfection of her curves. In all his life, leaving her had to be the most arduous ordeal he’d ever faced. His arousal was harder than a blacksmith’s anvil and his sac just as heavy. His whole body ached for release. If she wasn’t in the next room, he’d take himself in hand to relieve himself from this uncontrollable hunger.

Wide awake, he tried to settle for the night. The cot was lumpy, and he’d forgotten to attend the fire. Her confessing she had thought of him when aroused nearly killed him, but it had been her incendiary kisses and the sweet longing on her face that made him doubt his own sanity.

It was incomprehensible.

He’d never lived as a monk. When convenient, he’d taken a lover, someone unobtrusive who didn’t make demands on his time. He’d always found it simple. He’d insure she was satisfied, then he’d find his release. Afterward, he’d leave. It’d been a simple physical act with no emotion.

Whether it was his dangerous thoughts or the blood pounding in his cock, something kept reminding him that Emma, thriving and lush, waited for him in the next room.

The simple truth? He couldn’t have her.

What had he been thinking? He’d almost taken her because he selfishly wanted to experience her passion, taste her innocence, and comprehend her vivacity. All in hopes the emptiness of his own life would be forgotten—at least for one night. He considered himself an honorable man, and what he did tonight was unpardonable.

He shifted his legs and groaned. He’d never get to sleep like this. He wanted to leave the room. No, that wasn’t far enough. He needed to leave this town. She tempted him to forget everything—his goals, his honor, and his promises.

His best friend had trusted him to bring her back unharmed. Nick had been welcomed into the duke and duchess’ home when he had no one else. Yet he had dared to touch what was not his.

“Nick?” His name on her lips was like a siren’s call, an allure too great to resist. If the end result was to lie shattered against the rocks, it’d bring sweet relief.

“What is it?” His throat felt raw from the strain of keeping his wits about him.

“Why?” She choked for a second. “Why did you leave?” Her voice sounded as if her heart was breaking. He was lower than a toadstool for making her doubt herself.

“I didn’t leave. I’m here.” He hesitated, then took a deep breath. It didn’t calm his roaring blood for a moment.

“You’re afraid.” Her voice cracked as she gasped for breath. “Afraid you’ll have to marry me. What if I don’t want to marry you? Will you change your mind?” He heard the ropes of the mattress creak, then silence.

“Sweet Mother of God.” He stood. “I don’t want—” What could he say? That he didn’t want her? They both knew that was a lie. He wanted to take her tonight and make her his in every way.

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