Seduce Me at Sunrise (The Hathaways #2)(69)



"Hard to let go," he said thickly. "Hard to forget."

"Yes." Her arms tightened around him. "But we'll fill your mind with much better things to think about."

Kev was quiet for a long time, pressing his ear to Win's heart, listening to the even beat, and the flow of her breathing.

"I knew when I first saw you, what you would mean to me," Win murmured eventually. "Wild, angry boy that you were. I loved you at once. You felt it, too, didn't you?"

He nodded slightly, luxuriating in the feel of her. Her skin smelled sweet like plums, with an arousing hint of feminine musk.

"I wanted to tame you," she said. "Not all the way. Just enough that I could be close to you." She threaded her fingers through his hair. "Outrageous man. What possessed you to kidnap me, when you knew I would have come willingly?"

"I was making a point," he said in a muffled voice.

She chuckled and stroked his scalp, the scrape of her oval fingernails nearly causing him to purr. "Your point was well-taken. Must we go back now?"

"Do you want to?"

Win shook her head. "Although… I wouldn't mind having something to eat."

"I brought food to the cottage before I went to get you."

She ran a flirtatious fingertip around the rim of his ear. "What an efficient villain you are. May we stay all day, then?"

"Yes."

Win wriggled with delight. "Will anyone come for us?"

"I doubt it." Kev drew the bed linens lower and nuzzled into the lush valley between her br**sts. "And I would kill the first person who approached the threshold."

A quiet laugh caught in her throat.

"What is it?" he asked without moving.

"Oh, I was just thinking of all the years I spent trying to get out of bed, to be with you. And when I came home, all I wanted was to get back into bed. With you."

For breakfast they had strong tea and rarebit, cheese melted on thick slices of buttered toasted bread. Wrapped in Merripen's shirt, Win perched on a low stool in the kitchen. She took pleasure in watching the play of muscles on his back as he poured steaming water into a portable hip bath. Smiling, she popped the last morsel of rarebit into her mouth. "Being abducted and ravished," she commented, "gives one an appetite."

"The ravisher as well."

There seemed a near-magical aura about this ordinary place, this small and quiet cottage. Win felt as if she had been caught in some enchanted spell. She was almost afraid she was dreaming, that she would wake alone in her chaste bed. But Merripen's presence was too vital and real for it to be a dream. And the small aches and twinges in her body offered further proof that she had been taken. Possessed.

"They all know by now," Win said absently, thinking of everyone at Ramsay House. "Poor Julian. He must be furious."

"What about heartbroken?" Merripen set the water can aside and came to her dressed only in trousers.

Win frowned thoughtfully. "He'll be disappointed, I think. And I believe he cares for me. But no, he won't be heartbroken." She leaned against Merripen as he stroked her hair, and her cheek brushed the taut smoothness of his stomach. "He never wanted me the way you do."

"Any man who didn't would have to be a eunuch." There was a hitch in his breath as Win kissed the rim of his navel. "Did you tell him what the London doctor said? That you were healthy enough to bear children?"

Win nodded.

"What did Harrow say?"

"Julian told me that I could visit a legion of doctors, and get any number of differing opinions to support the conclusion I wanted. But in Julian's view, I should remain childless."

Merripen brought her to a standing position and looked down at her, his expression unfathomable. "I don't want to put you at risk. But neither do I trust Harrow, or his opinions."

"Because you think of him as a rival?"

"That's part of it," he admitted. "But it's also instinct. There's something… lacking in him. There's something false."

"Perhaps it's because he's a doctor," Win suggested, shivering as Merripen drew his shirt away from her. "Men of his profession often seem aloof. Superior, even. But that's necessary, because-"

"It's not that." Merripen guided her to the hip bath and helped to lower her in. Win gasped not only from the heat of the water, but also from being na**d in front of him. The hip bath obliged one to straddle the tub and relax into the water with the legs held apart, which was wonderfully comfortable in private, but rather mortifying with someone else present. Her modesty was further violated as Merripen knelt beside the tub and washed her. But his manner was not at all lascivious, only caring, and she couldn't help but relax under the ministrations of those strong, soothing hands.

"You still suspect Julian of having harmed his first wife, I know," Win said while Merripen bathed her. "But he is a healer. He would never hurt anyone, least of all his own wife." She paused as she read Merripen's expression. "You don't believe me. You're determined to think the worst of him."

"I think he feels entitled to play with life and death. Like the gods of those mythology stories you and your sisters are so fond of."

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