her duty to try to comfort him.
Harrison had awakened her with the news that Elliott wanted them to move into his country home with him for an undetermined length of time.
She'd started in worrying then. She thought perhaps some of her fear was due to the fact that she knew absolutely nothing of consequence about him. Harrison had told her he was rich and he was intelligent. Neither defined in her mind what the man was really like, however. Wealth meant little to her, and while hearing that her father was intelligent pleased her, it was still all too vague for her liking. She didn't know anything about his values or his attitudes.
She plied Harrison with questions on their way to Elliott's estate.
'You explained that those who could afford to left the city during the summer months, but you didn't explain why,' she began. 'It's too hot in the city. Everything sort of shuts down until September.'
She folded her hands in her lap. 'I don't understand why we couldn't wait for Eleanor. Didn't you want her to accompany us today?'
'Sweetheart, she wouldn't get out of bed, remember? She'll follow us tomorrow, with Edward and the rest of the staff.'
'How long does Lord Elliott expect us to stay with him?'
'For as long as you wish to stay.'
He stretched out his long legs in front of him and tried to act relaxed. He knew his wife was nervous. She was wringing her hands together now, but he doubted she realized what she was doing.
She'd had difficulty deciding on a dress to wear too, and such behavior wasn't like her at all. She wasn't one to worry about her appearance, but she'd been concerned this morning, and he thought he understood why.
She didn't want to disappoint her father. 'He's going to love you, sweetheart.'
She lifted her shoulders in a shrug. 'Will I like him?' she asked.
Harrison seemed surprised by her question. He suddenly leaned forward and took hold of her hands. 'Yes, you'll like him. You're going to have to…'
She waited for him to continue, and when he didn't, she prodded him. 'I'll have to what?'
He let out a sigh. 'I was going to tell you to trust me, but that's a sore point with you, isn't it?'
She looked down at her hands. 'I don't wish to talk about trust now. You broke my heart, Harrison.'
'So you've said,' he replied dryly.
She looked up at him so he could see her disgruntled expression. He shook his head at her.
'You really do hold a grudge, don't you? If you'd use that logical head of yours, you'd realize…'
'I'd realize you could have told me but you chose not to, that's what I'd realize,' she whispered. She pulled her hands away from his. 'I shouldn't have worn this blue dress. It makes me look pale.'
'You look fine.'
'I don't want to look fine.'
' England is beautiful, isn't it?' he remarked, hoping to change the subject.
'Yes, it is,' she agreed. 'The countryside is lovely. It isn't home though.'
'Give yourself time to adjust to the changes, Mary Rose.'
'I miss my brothers.'
'Did you miss me after I left?'
She wouldn't answer him. He leaned back again and turned to look out the window. It had been drizzling when they left the city, but the sun was out now, and it was turning into a glorious day.
'We'll be early,' he said. 'Your father doesn't expect us until around four this afternoon. We'll reach his estate before noon.'
'Is it true everyone sleeps in and stays up half the night?'
Harrison nodded. 'It's true. Are you tired today? I kept you up most of last night.'
She immediately started to blush. 'No, I'm not tired.'
He grinned. 'I am. Your body's forgiven me.'
'You aren't making any sense, Harrison.'
She looked flustered. He thought it was a telling reaction. 'You can't help the way you respond to me, can you? Do you remember how you…'
'I was there,' she blurted out. 'You don't have to remind me of what happened between us. Please tell me how Lord Elliott reacted when he heard about me. I'm most curious.'
'You're deliberately changing the subject. I'd rather talk about the way you felt in my arms last night.'
'For the love of God, will you answer my question and stop this talk about lovemaking?'
'He didn't believe me.'
'Who?'
Harrison laughed. She was rattled all right, and that realization made him feel an immense amount of pleasure.
'Your father,' he explained.
She let out a sigh. Then she picked up her fan, unfolded it, and began to wave it in front of her face.
'I spent several hours convincing him,' Harrison told her. 'He's afraid to believe, Mary Rose. Want to sit on my lap?'
'No, I don't want to sit on your lap.'
'I want to kiss you.'
'You can't. I'll get all mussed.'
Harrison had his way. Before she could even think about pushing him away, he lifted her across the seat and settled her on his lap. For comfort's sake, she put one arm around his shoulders, even as she glared at him for ignoring her decision to be left alone.
'I don't like your hair pinned up like that.'
'Do you know why I'm glad you didn't cut your hair?'
'Why?'
She began to stroke the back of his neck, letting his silky hair thread through her fingers.
'You look more like a mountain man now and not so much like a refined Englishman.'
He was kissing the side of her neck. She felt the shivers all the way down to her toes. She let out a soft sigh and tilted her head back to give him better access.
She thought she knew why he was becoming so amorous. He'd guessed she was worried and was trying to take her mind off her father.
It was certainly working. His warm breath against her ear aroused her, and all she wanted to think about was getting a proper kiss from him.
She didn't like being manipulated, however, and she thought she'd tell him just that after he'd finished kissing her.
'How come you always smell so good, sweetheart?'
'I take baths,' she answered.
He laughed as he cupped her chin in his hand and turned her toward him.
And then he gave her a proper kiss. His mouth was warm and hard as it settled possessively on top of hers. His tongue moved inside to tease and taste, and it wasn't long at all before Mary Rose stopped worrying about everything but kissing him back.
He couldn't keep up the tender love play long. One kiss made him want it all. In no time at all, he was hard and aching to be inside her.
He pulled back from her and let his forehead drop down on top of hers. 'Honest to God, Mary Rose, it isn't possible for me to kiss you without wanting to tear your clothes off and make love to you. Stop it now, sweetheart. Don't provoke me.'
Mary Rose was kissing his neck and feeling incredibly powerful because of his reaction to her touch. His breathing was ragged, and he visibly shuddered.
She let out another little sigh of pleasure. She leaned up and kissed his chin. He told her to behave herself. She ignored the suggestion and stroked his lower lip with her tongue.
He growled low in his throat and tightened his hold around her waist. He was through trying to behave like a gentleman. He gave her a hot, wet, open-mouth kiss and then another and another. Mary Rose soon forgot where
