"What did you say?"
His lips moved down the column of her throat, raining fire along her skin. And his hands-they had moved. They were cupping her, pressing her against him, and everything felt so urgent.This was no longer about what she wanted. It was about what she needed.
Was this what had happened to Hermione? Had she innocently gone for a stroll with Richard and then…this?Lucy understood it now. She understood what it meant to want something you knew was wrong, to allow it to happen even though it could lead to scandal and-And then she said it. She tried it. Gregory, she whispered, testing the name on her lips. It felt like an endearment, an intimacy, almost as if she could change the world and everything around her with one single word.
If she said his name, then he could be hers, and she could forget everything else, she could forget-Dear God, she was engaged. It was not just an understanding any longer. The papers had been signed. And she was-
No, she said, pressing her hands on his chest. No, I can’t.
He allowed her to push him away. She turned her head, afraid to look at him. She knew…if she saw his face…She gave him an impatient look. "You're not going to seduce the girl, are you?"
Holy bloody hell. "Of course not. It's just that she has her reputation to consider. What will people say when we arrive in the same carriage? Everyone will know we've spent several hours alone.""Everyone thinks of the two of you as brother and sister. And we shall meet up a mile from Chester Park and switch everyone about so that you may arrive with your father. There won't be any problem. Besides, your father and I need to have a word alone with Olivia."
"What did she do now?""Apparently she called Georgiana Elster a silly widgeon."