When Harry Met Molly

Or his own?

Deuce take it, it was his own damned fault! Of course it was. Yet he still had too many questions to answer. Too many feelings to sift through, the main one being, how could he make up for lost time? How could he try to bring honor to the house of Mallan, even though no one believed he could?

He pulled a curl off Molly’s face. “You are a most desirable woman,” he said softly. “You’ve exceeded all my expectations of what a false mistress should be. Any man would be extraordinarily lucky to claim you for his wife. But”—he swallowed—“I cannot be that man.”

Molly blinked.

“For obvious reasons, of course,” he went on doggedly. “Such as the possible obligations of this wager.”

She still said nothing.

He grappled for words. “But also because I need time. To think. To become…” He paused. “Something.”

She lay quietly, her expression open yet inscrutable. He continued stroking her hair. “You’re my friend, Molly. And I want you to be happy.” He rose up over her, the blanket wrapped around his waist so she couldn’t get her hands on him. If she did, he couldn’t trust himself to control the urge he had to make her his own completely.

She said nothing.

He leaned down, brushed a warm kiss over her lips. “Please. Let me make you happy. Even if it’s only for a few minutes.”

Still nothing.

“Molly?”

He kissed her again. Pulled back. And looked at her face.

“Harry!” She smiled brilliantly at him. “You’re so easy to tease.” She sat up on her elbow. “I don’t truly want to marry you.”

He let out a gusty sigh. “Really?”

“Sometimes, yes, I think you might make a girl a wonderful husband. You are fun. But we both know you’re not ready. Who knows if you’ll ever be?”

“You minx!” He threw himself on his back and stared at the scarlet and white striped roof above his head. Then he leaned over and kissed her.

He felt a shiver pass through her.

“Let’s look at that book,” she whispered.

“Which book?”

She nudged him, her eyes luminous. “You know which one.”

“You’re sure?”

“Yes.”

So he clutched the blanket about his middle, moved the oil lamp, opened the chest, and withdrew the book. After he replaced the lamp, he went back to Molly, who’d made a little nook for them by stacking pillows in a circle.

Once he was situated, she sat back in the circle of his arms, pressed close to him.

He turned the pages of the book slowly, and neither of them said a word. But he felt her body tense and her heart speed up.

He rubbed her shoulder. “Are you all right?”

“Yes,” she whispered.

He kissed her neck then, very gently, and she tilted her head so he could have even more access to her.

“I know you said we can’t be together completely,” she whispered. “But I want to get as close to completely as possible. Can we?”

He hesitated. “Do you really want to?”

She nodded. “More than anything.”

He put the book down and turned her to face him. “I have to admit—I do, too.”

“It’s our last chance,” she said.

“To make an incredible memory,” he whispered.

Their gazes locked, and she said nothing as he lowered her onto some pillows. Slowly, he slid her harem outfit off her arms, then down her waist, and finally, off her body altogether. Her ripened breasts, her slender legs, and the essence of her femininity…all were bared in the light of the lamp.

She was exquisite.

When he bent low to kiss her belly, she cupped his jaw and caressed it with her thumb—a tiny gesture that affected him deeply. She trusted him. And her future husband had best be worthy of that trust, Harry thought, a fierce protectiveness rising up in him. Or he would see to it that whoever the groom was would suffer greatly.

The rain came down, softer and quieter now.

“We really should get some sleep,” she murmured. “After.”

Yes. After.

He grinned, marveling at how lacking in artifice she was. “That was you, wasn’t it?” he said. “Running around the house naked.”

She nodded and smiled. “I had to. The other mistresses were starting to doubt me.”

“I have a secret, too,” he admitted. “I saw you change into your clothes outside the house.”

Her mouth dropped open. “Really? Where were you?”

“In the tree—looking for you.”

She gasped.

“I didn’t mean to see you, of course. And no one else did, I assure you,” he was quick to add.

She smiled. “I’m glad you did. You know how I feel about being naked, Harry. If it were any man but you —”

“Right.” He suckled her breast, then looked up at her. “But I didn’t simply watch, Molly.”

She drew back. “You didn’t?”

“No.”

It took her a moment, but then she laughed. A sweet, husky laugh. “Oh, Harry. I like thinking about you watching me and doing that.” She shuddered and ran her fingers through his hair. “We’ve known each other so long.”

He stopped for a moment, wanting confirmation. Because it was simply unbelievable that—

“You really do trust me, don’t you?” he asked her.

“Implicitly,” she said, with a smile that took his breath away.

My God. That was rather…something, wasn’t it?

Harry was feeling, at the moment, many feelings. He didn’t usually like to feel feelings. They were such a hindrance to having fun. But today, for some reason, they weren’t.

“I—I like you, Harry,” she said. “Very much. No matter what anyone says about you. I know”—she hesitated—“I know you’re brave. And kind. Even if you are an Impossible Bachelor.”

And it was at that moment he realized that he’d never wanted to pleasure a woman as much as he wanted to pleasure this one. Nudging her leg over, he lifted her knee and kissed the inside of her soft, deliciously scented thigh.

“Harry.” She moaned. “I love this, but I want the closest thing. Show me. Please.”

He looked up. “We’re just warming up.” He leaned forward and kissed her, his shaft pressed against her warm, silky belly. Then he flipped her on top of him, loving the feeling of her breasts pressed against his chest. “The closest thing I know involves some acrobatics,” he said. “You got a glimpse of some acrobatics in that book. Are you prepared?”

She giggled. “Yes!”

“Then stay where you are, but get on your hands and knees.”

She did as he asked.

He ran the backs of his hands over her nipples, and she arched her back like a cat.

“Now I’d like you to turn around,” he said. “I’m going to kiss you again, the way I did in the kissing closet. And while I do that, you can explore me. However you want.”