“Your lips.”
She blinked at him, then scoffed. “Hah! From charming to rogue in a second.”
He didn’t deny it. “They are a beautiful sight.”
She dropped her gaze to his lips. “Yours aren’t bad either.”
Will nearly groaned. That was his wife. She managed to always match him blow for blow.
“Let’s not explore that topic too closely just now.”
“Why not?” A smile sealed her lips. “It’s rather intriguing.”
“Because I want to kiss you.” Badly. A raging fire burned within him. And all it took was one look, one word from her to set him ablaze. He could imagine her leaning into him, her palms sliding up the front of his shirt, and then her fingers curling into the softness of his hair, kissing him back as though her world burned for him as well. Will nearly groaned, the sensation in his imagination almost as real as their first kiss.
“I suppose kisses aren’t that bad.”
Will started. “I beg your pardon?”
“If I say you can kiss me, will you?”
Christ, she was determined to drive him to the brink of insanity. What the hell was wrong with him? He’d nearly come undone by an imagined kiss. “I won’t.”
“You won’t?” She sounded shocked at his refusal.
“You are foxed.”
She laughed. “Where did the rogue go?”
The rogue as trying very hard to keep a grip on his wits. If he lost them now...
“The rogue will return when you are sober, because when I kiss you again, love, it will be a kiss that you will never want to forget.”
Chapter Ten
Harriet fell backonto the sofa in the library and draped her arm over her eyes. She’d woken with a terrible ache in her temples and would have stayed in bed all day had her belly not forced her to hunt for food. She peeked down at the dress she still wore from yesterday.
Ah, a hot bath would do the trick right about now.
Why on earth had she thought it a good idea to drink gin last night?
A footman appeared at the door. “My lady, you have a caller.”
A caller? Forher?
No one except that wily Calstone and Leonora knew of her nuptials or that she lived here now. Well, and her family, she supposed. But given the circumstances, her father would wait until Leeds announced their wedding to the world before he spoke a word of it. Leonora had a tea party to attend, and Harriet doubted the duke would be calling on her.
She rubbed her temples. A dull ache clung there. She was in no mood to entertain. And she could hardly meet anyone in this state of disarray.
“Have Leeds meet them.”
“His lordship is not at home, my lady, and the gentleman asked specifically for you.”
Gentleman?
Thatcaught her attention, and she peeked at the footman from beneath her arm. She recalled running into Rochesteryesterday. Did he suspect anything? Or did this mean that Leeds had made the announcement of their marriage? Other than her father, maybe Calstone, and less possibly Rochester, Harriet couldn’t think what another gentleman might call on her here.
Drat.
