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What Happens in London (Bevelstoke #2) Page 61
Author: Julia Quinn

His breath caught.

Because she’d reached out her hand.

Chapter Sixteen

He didn’t think about what he did. He couldn’t have thought about it, because if he had, he never would have done it. But when she reached out her hand…

He took it.

It was only then that Harry realized what he had done, and perhaps only then that she realized what she had started, but by then it was far too late.

He brought her fingers to his lips and kissed each of them, right at the base, where she would wear a ring. Where she currently wasn’t wearing a ring. Where, in a flash of terrifying imagination, he saw her wearing his ring.

It should have been a warning. It should have induced sufficient panic to make him drop her hand, flee the room, the house, her company, forever.

But he didn’t. He kept her hand at his lips, unable to part with the touch of her skin.

She was warm, soft.

Trembling.

He looked up, finally, into her eyes. They were wide, gazing at him with trepidation…and trust…and maybe…desire? He couldn’t be sure, because he knew she couldn’t be sure. She wouldn’t know desire, wouldn’t understand the sweet torture of it, the bodily longing for another human being.

He knew it, and he realized that he’d known it almost constantly since he’d known her. There had been that first, electrical moment of attraction, true, but that wasn’t meaningful. He didn’t know her then, hadn’t even liked her.

But now…it was different. It wasn’t just her beauty he wanted, or the curve of her breast, or the taste of her skin. He wanted her. All of her. He wanted whatever it was that made her read newspapers instead of novels, and he wanted that little piece of unconventionality that made her open a window and read silly novels to him across the space between their houses.

He wanted her razor-sharp wit, the triumph on her face when she speared him with a particularly apt retort. And he wanted the look of horrified befuddlement when he bested her.

He wanted the fire behind her eyes, and he wanted the taste of her lips, and yes, he wanted her beneath him, around him, on top of him…in every possible position, in every single way.

He was going to have to marry her. It was that simple.

“Harry?” she whispered, and his gaze fell to her lips.

“I’m going to kiss you,” he said softly, without thinking, without even considering that it might be something he should ask her.

He leaned forward, and in that last second before his lips touched hers, he felt washed clean. This was his new beginning.

He kissed her then, the first touch achingly gentle, nothing more than a brush of his lips against hers. But the contact was electric. Breathtaking, in every literal sense of the word. He drew back, just far enough to see her expression. She was gazing at him with a sense of wonder, her cornflower eyes drinking him in.

She whispered his name.

It was his undoing. He pulled her to him again, this time with all the urgency rushing through his veins. He kissed her hungrily, all caution sliding away, and before he knew it, his hands were in her hair, and the pins were falling out, and all he could think was that he wanted to see her again with her hair down.

Her hair down, floating across her skin. And nothing else.

His body, already tight with desire, grew impossibly hard, and in one wretched burst of sanity, he realized that if he did not set her away from him immediately, he was going to rip the clothes from her body and take her right there in her parents’ drawing room.

With the door open.

Good God.

He put his hands on her shoulders, not pushing her back so much as he dragged himself away from her.

For a moment they could do nothing but stare at each other. Her hair was tumbling from her coiffure, and she looked adorably, splendidly mussed. She raised one of her hands to her mouth, her three middle fingers touching her lips in wonderment.

“You kissed me,” she whispered.

He nodded.

Her lips moved into a hint of a smile. “I think I kissed you back.”

He nodded again. “You did.”

She looked as if she might say something more, but then she turned toward the open door. And her hand, which had still been up near her face, moved to her hair.

“You’ll want to fix that,” he said, his own lips quivering toward amusement.

She nodded. And again, she looked as if she might speak, but she didn’t. She gathered all of her hair at the back of her neck, using one hand to keep it all bunched together like a pony’s tail, and then stood.

“Will you be here when I return?” she asked.

“Do you wish me to be?”

She nodded.

“I shall be here,” he said, even though he would have said the same if she had said no.

She nodded yet again, hurrying over to the door. But before she left, she turned one last time and looked at him. “I-” she started to say, but then she just gave her head a shake.

“You what?” he asked, unable to keep the warm amusement from his voice.

She shrugged helplessly. “I don’t know.”

He laughed. And she laughed. And it was, he decided as he listened to the fading sound of her footsteps, a perfect moment.

In every possible way.

Harry was still sitting on the sofa a few minutes later when the butler stepped into the room. “Prince Alexei Gomarovsky for Lady Olivia,” he intoned. He paused, leaning forward as he glanced about the room. “Lady Olivia?”

Harry started to say that she would be back in a moment, but the prince had already stalked into the room. “She will see me,” he was saying to the butler.

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