The Disappearance Of Lady Edith by Christina McKnight

Author:Christina McKnight
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: La Loma Elite Publishing
Published: 2017-05-22T23:00:00+00:00

He shouldn’t be standing so close to her.

He shouldn’t have allowed her into his bedchambers.

He shouldn’t have attempted to trick his father into an argument.

He shouldn’t be surprised that he longed to wrap his arms around the petite, determined, headstrong woman before him. If he were completely out of his mind, he would turn her toward him, take her into his arms, and lay her gently across his bed, showering her entire body with kisses, evidence of the need he hadn’t realized he felt for her until now.

A thirst he hadn’t felt for any woman since Esmee’s betrayal.

Triston needed her gone, immediately. He couldn’t worry about her future plans for ruining Abercorn, nor what she’d overheard about Triston’s past.

He grasped her hand where it pulled back the drapery, revealing the street beyond and his father’s departing carriage. Unfortunately, the movement brought her even closer. Her hair smelled of jasmine and honeysuckle. He knew the fragrances well, they were the same scents his mother favored and were what he’d gifted to his dear sisters the prior Christmastide morning.

His mother was a fine woman. His sisters, even though they didn’t share the same mother, were also noble and kind.

Trustworthy.

Jasmine and honeysuckle reminded Triston of trust.

Esmee’s preferred aroma had been dark—berries and bergamot.

The last person he wanted to be thinking of while Edith was so close was Lady Downshire.

Triston leaned closer to Edith’s neck and breathed deeply once more, allowing the scent to overtake him. He’d never thought the fragrance a woman chose could speak to their nature.

“I should go.” Edith pulled her hand from the drape—and his touch—and turned.

In that moment, they were body-to-body, her bosom pressed securely to his abdomen and her head tilted back so far it could not possibly be comfortable.

“That would be wise, Lady Edith.”

“Before anyone sees me here.”

“There is most certainly risk of that,” he breathed as his arm circled her waist.

“And then we would be in far more danger than we are at present.”

Odd, but Triston could not imagine a more dangerous position than this very moment with Edith pulled tightly to his chest. All he need do is lean down and take her lips, but that would cause him to step back, putting distance between their bodies.

Triston wanted nothing between them.

She stared up at him, her eyes begging him to hold her close even as he noticed her body pulling away from him.

“Bloody hell, Edith.” He stepped away, intending to let her go, bid her to leave with all due haste, but his body did not listen. His head dipped, and his lips met her soft, plump mouth at the same time his arms wrapped around her once more and lifted her to meet his great height. She weighed no more than a feather in his embrace. “Edith,” he moaned against her lips, scared to pull back and have her float away from him.

Her fingers threaded through his hair, tightening and tugging as he deepened their kiss, he dared to drag his tongue along her bottom lip.

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