What's a Rogue Got To Do With It by Samantha Holt

Author:Samantha Holt
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: 0
Published: 2018-10-28T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

Splinters of daylight seeped through the shutters, dusting Louisa’s bare skin with an ethereal glow. Knight swallowed and ran his gaze over her. A bruise stained her cheek and several scratches were visible. If he’d only reached her sooner, she would never have suffered so.

He lifted a hand and let it hover over her shoulder. The heat of her body seeped through the gap, beckoning to him. There was nothing he wanted more than to wake her with kisses and take her again. But reason fled him when he was lost in her. He could not let it happen again. He’d already spilled in her once and if she caught, he would be honor bound to marry her. That was something neither of them wanted—even if she did not realize it yet. He was hardly suited to the role of husband let alone father.

Knight gave in, briefly. He lowered the hand and stroked the bare skin of her shoulder. She began to rouse, her lids fluttered as she rolled onto her back. Standing swiftly, he sought out his breeches and tugged them on. The cut on his back sent a swift spear of pain through him, and he winced. Apparently brawling last night had done damage again, and he suspected he’d re-opened the wound.

Louisa stretched and peered blearily up at him. “What time is it?”

He struggled to answer for a moment. With her hair tousled around her shoulders, the sheets caressing her naked body, and her lips rosy and swollen, she was temptation in itself.

“Knight?” she prompted.

“Right. Yes.” He twisted and fished his pocket watch from his jacket, flipping it open and grimacing. “Nearly midday.”

“I cannot recall the last time I slept so late.” She gave a small smile.

“We had better make haste if we are to speak to Mrs. Stanton.”

She nodded, opened her mouth then closed it again.

“Louisa, I—”

Her lips curved. “You know, you rarely use my name.”

No. It was too dangerous. Her name on his lips made him feel weak. Hell, she made him feel weak.

“How are you feeling?” he asked, his voice low while he silently cursed himself for his cowardice. All he needed to do was remind her of who he was—what he was. She had an inn and a life to return home to and had no need of a man like him.

“A little sore.” She chewed on her bottom lip before lifting her gaze to his. “Knight...”

“We cannot let that happen again,” he said swiftly. If he waited any longer, he was going to wind up bedding her again and getting lost in her sweet kisses and even sweeter body.

Something flickered in her gaze, and she drew up her knees, wrapping her arms about the sheets covering them. She nodded slowly. “I know.”

He released a long exhale. She agreed. That was what he wanted.

Why then did it stab at his gut to know she thought it a mistake too?

“I am a smuggler, Louisa.” Her name slipped from his lips, and he regretted it.

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