The Season(49)

“No.” The word was soft, but brooked no refusal. She went still as he continued, “There are a dozen reasons why I shouldn’t act on them.” He lifted his hands to cradle her face between them. “A hundred reasons why I should turn around and walk out of this room.” He leaned down until he was a hairbreadth away from her. “But I’m through listening to them.” And, with that, he kissed her.

The instant she felt his lips touch hers, feather soft, Alex couldn’t stop herself from returning the kiss, from reveling in it. His lips were warm and firm, and the feeling of them so wonderful that all thought escaped her. This was it, her first kiss—and with such an unexpected person in such an unexpected place at such an unexpected time. But it was perfect…and she never wanted it to end. She wanted to stand here forever, basking in the glow of this perfect moment—the feel of his hands on her cheeks, the warmth of his body, the sound of his breathing, the way her head was spinning.

Of course, it did end. Too soon. But, when it was over, he placed his forehead against her own, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath, as though steadying himself before letting her go.

“I’ve been waiting to do that for weeks,” he said with surprise in his voice. “I’m rather shocked that it happened.”

She smiled shyly. “No more shocked than I, I imagine.”

“So you don’t want to stomp on my foot and run from the room?”

“Not at all. I rather enjoyed the whole experience.”

He chuckled. “I’m happy to hear that.”

She blushed at his laugh and looked down at the floor, wondering what the proper etiquette was for this particular situation. Fast on the heels of that question came the realization that there was absolutely no code of conduct to follow, as their behavior had been highly improper. What happened now?

The question floated through her mind just as the clock in the hallway struck four. She met Gavin’s gaze with a startled one of her own.

He responded by picking up the candle from where he’d set it earlier and telling her, “I think it’s time to take to our beds, Lady Alexandra. This has been a particularly full evening.”

She hid the disappointment from her reply. “Most certainly. You must be exhausted.”

He raised an eyebrow at her statement and turned toward the door, “On the contrary, I seem to have an excess of energy now, thanks to you.”

She blushed again, thankful for the dim light. What had gotten into her?

He waited for her to pass through the doorway into the foyer before following her with the light. At the foot of the stairs, just before Alex began her ascent, he spoke quietly, “Hold.” She looked back at him curiously as he whispered, “I didn’t accept the chance to properly escort you home tonight, Alex. At least let me offer you a proper companion now.”

He held out his hand, and she took it. They climbed the stairs in silence.

Much later, when Alex was lying in bed, unable to sleep for the pounding of her heart, she imagined she could still feel the warmth of his palm pressed against her own.

Her first kiss. With Gavin. The words tumbled over and over in her head as she replayed the moment, the sound of their breathing, the movement of his hands, the way the firelight caught the gold in his hair as it fell across his forehead when he leaned down to her.

She sighed and whispered his name in the darkness of her bedchamber before turning onto her side and looking out the window at the moonlit treetops beyond. She felt the energy of the evening coursing through her, keeping her from sleep. Her mind was racing; there was so much to think about—so much that had changed. Gavin would never be just a friend again. She would never think of him as a brother again. He would always be the first man she’d kissed.

Now she understood what everyone meant when they talked about romance…this feeling had launched the thousand ships of the Trojan War, this feeling had sent Guinevere into the arms of Lancelot, this feeling had driven Fitzwilliam Darcy to confess his love for Elizabeth Bennett. She giggled in the darkness at her silliness, giddy with excitement. She’d scoffed at it for years…she’d never believed that this kind of wonderful, rapturous romance could exist beyond legend. And yet, that evening, in Gavin’s arms, she’d had a taste of it.

Clutching her pillow to her face, she screamed in excitement, then rolled onto her back with a sigh, imagining Gavin sleeping just a few rooms away. She wondered what tomorrow would bring.

fifteen

So let me see if I fully understand…” Ella was sitting on Alex’s bed, watching as Eliza carefully curled a long strand of Alex’s hair and arranged it atop her head. “Blackmoor arrived home earlier than usual and surprised the intruder, leaving him to run off without actually removing anything from Blackmoor House?”

“Yes. That’s precisely what we think happened.”

The three girls were in Alex’s bedchamber, preparing for the long-awaited Worthington Ball. While, traditionally, they all would have dressed at home and arrived separately, they had agreed that, tonight, they would dress together. Eliza, whom they all adored, had agreed to share her genius for hair and maquillage with them that evening, so Vivi and Ella had arrived, gowns in tow, for tea and were now waiting patiently for her to finish with Alex’s hair and move on to them.

Alex didn’t fool herself into thinking that she hadn’t had an ulterior motive for inviting them this evening, as it had been several days since her kiss with Blackmoor and, while she had seen him a handful of times, the experience had not been repeated. It wasn’t that he’d been standoffish. On the contrary, everything with Blackmoor seemed to be restored to the way it had been for years. He arrived at Worthington House for tea, or supper, or dinner, jested with her brothers, chatted with her parents, and was generally his usual charming self.