One Forbidden Knight by Nicola Davidson

Author:Nicola Davidson [Davidson, Nicola]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Historical Romance; Scandalous; Entangled; tudor england
Publisher: Entangled Publishing, LLC (Scandalous)
Published: 2015-08-25T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Five

“Catherine. Wake up.”

Keeping her eyes firmly shut, she shook her head and burrowed further into her deliciously warm bed. The pillowcase was coarser than she remembered, but that hardly mattered, not when she felt so wonderfully content. Safe.

Sighing happily, Catherine stretched and flexed against the firm mattress. It rubbed nicely against her breasts and that forbidden place between her legs, too nice really, and she couldn’t help doing it again.

“For the love of God, woman. Wake up.”

She frowned. Her bed was talking. And in pain?

One eyelid inched open. It took a moment to adjust to the gloomy darkness barely tempered by a pale beam of light, but with awareness came pure embarrassment.

Sweet heaven. She was in a tent and actually lying on top of Brand, her breasts pressed hard against his massive chest and her legs partially spread by one muscular thigh. The coarse pillowcase was his cloak.

“I’m sorry!” Catherine gasped, face flaming and hands flailing as she attempted to untangle her gown and cloak and climb off him.

Hands gripped her waist like a vice.

“Stop. Wriggling.”

Confused by Brand’s rough tone, his short, panting breaths, she lifted slightly and stared down at him. And felt the bulge nudging her left hip.

Oh.

Gulping a harsh breath of her own, she didn’t say a word as he grimaced and shifted, his body rigid with tension beneath her. Intrigued, she turned her head downward and watched in rapt fascination as the bulge hardened and lengthened.

Wickedly unbidden, her left hand slid down and stroked him, once then twice.

Brand groaned, his back arching to force his male part harder against her palm, but just as quickly, fingers clamped around her wrist and pulled her away.

“Don’t! What are you doing?” she said. “Please, let me, ahh!—”

The indignant yelp tore from her throat as in one swift, mind-spinning movement, he half-lifted and set her well away from him.

“No.”

“But why?” she said boldly. “You…you wanted me to touch you, I know you did.”

“And you know so little of men. That often happens in the morning…and any woman will do.”

In another place, in another tone, the comment would have been a dagger to the heart. But Brand was so tense, his hands uncharacteristically clumsy as he attempted to yank one boot onto the wrong foot, and without unfastening the buckle.

“Oh really?” she said slowly, deliberately lifting the hem of her gown to her knees to smooth her stockings and put on her own shoes. “Any woman?”

His eyes closed briefly. “Damnation, Carey. I can’t. I bloody can’t. Besides, when this is all over, when you’re back in London safe, well, and in favor again, you’ll feel differently and be very glad I said no.”

Carey.

Heart lifting, Catherine shuffled onto her knees, leaned toward him, and let her fingertips caress his chest. “You think I could just forget everything that has happened? Well, I will not. That my affection is so fickle? No, it is not. That there might be a day when I do not dream of the way you kissed me, your touch on my breasts or between my legs when you showed me such pleasure? You ask too much.

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