The Westerfield Affair by Renee Rose

Author:Renee Rose [Rose, Renee]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Stormy Night Publications
Published: 2013-06-01T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Five

Kitty began crying again, twisting his guilty heart into knots. She appeared to be embarrassed by her tears, waving her hand in front of her face and gulping, “Forgive me!”

He cupped her face in his hands and thumbed away the tears. “Kitty,” he croaked, “I did this to you, and I’m so sorry. I won’t let you be humiliated by it, I promise.”

He had no idea how he would deliver on that promise, but he owed it to her. Her breath calmed and she pressed her forehead against his shoulder. He ran his fingers lightly up and down her bare back, feeling goosebumps raise and her body soften until she relaxed and laid her head into his lap again. If he were not so anguished by her evident infection, he would have relished the moment. But all he heard was the voice in his head, berating him: you did this.

He gently moved her head to the pillow. “I’ll be back in just a few minutes, kitten,” he said and she nodded, closing her eyes. Making his way downstairs, he took the innkeeper’s wife into confidence, and she sent for a Romany midwife and promised to make barley water for Kitty. Back in the room, Kitty was dozing, her cheeks still flushed with fever. He found her nightdress in her trunk and then began to gently ease the wedding gown down. She opened one eye and shifted her weight for him to remove it, the satin fabric gliding down her shapely hips and legs. He untied the petticoats and slid them off, his hands running along the sides of her hips and down her thighs, making him feel too hot in his waistcoat. The chemise and corset were next, and though he was firmly denying all thoughts of arousal, his body did not receive the message. His hands trembled as he slid them over her head, his cock hardening in his trousers at the sight of her apple-sized breasts bouncing out of the whalebone stays. Though he kept his face a mask to prevent her discomfort, he found her looking up at him, lying there in nothing but her drawers, garters, and stockings, the flush of fever only increasing her loveliness. His breath quickened and he swallowed.

“This is just my way of denying you your conjugal rights,” she said, her cracked lips twisting wryly.

His chest tightened at her attempt at humor, and he leaned over to kiss her forehead, trying to ignore the movement of her breasts as she rolled to her back. A knock came on the door and he started, thrusting the nightdress at her and leaping off the bed like a guilty child. It was the Romany midwife, who came in with a confident bustling. She felt Kitty’s forehead, and asked her questions, nodding knowingly at the answers.

“It happens to a lot of new wives, my dear,” the midwife said, patting her hand. “It’s the introduction of something—or should I say someone—new to the area. Or it can happen if you don’t empty the bladder often enough, as we see in small children.

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