Waking Up With a Rake
“Ready to service her, was he? As if she was a mare in season.Olivia huffed loudly and moved back to the forward facing squab. Sidling closer to the door so not even the hem of her cloak touched Rhys, she feigned interest in the quaint rock bridge arching over the tumbling brook, which the coach would be crossing shortly.What did the man think they were doing?She wasn’t just another one of his conquests. She was his wife. And they weren’t animals. When they came together, it wasn’t just a coupling, a servicing, a swiving—oh! How she detested that wicked word now. What they did in the bedchamber—and out of it!—was supposed to mean something.It had meant something to her.How strange that something so intimate could be accomplished without really knowing what was going on in the mind and heart of the other person. Her chest ached that he could be so flippant about something so precious. So…sacred.“Would you mind not scowling so?” Rhys said.“Why? Are you afraid my face will grow that way?”...“No, but I am afraid you might scare the servants at Braebrooke Cairn.MoreLess
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