Amazingly, he seemed to have found that in Penelope.
All he needed to do now was make sure her Big Secret remained just that. A secret.
Because he didn't think he could bear the pain he'd see in her eyes if she were cast out of society.wColin?" she whispered, her breath quivering across her lips, making him really want to kissher.
He leaned in. "Hmmm?"wYou were so quiet."wJust thinking."wAbout what?"
He gave her an indulgent smile. "You really have been spending too much time with my sister."wWhat does that mean?" she asked, her lips twitching in such a way that he knew she'd never feel any compunction at poking fun at him. She would keep him on his toes, this woman.wYou seem," he said, "to have developed a certain penchant for persistence."wTenacity?"wThat, too."wBut that's a good thing."
Their lips were still mere inches apart, but the urge to continue the teasing conversation was too strong.wWhen you're persistently avowing your obedience for your husband," he murmured, "that's a good thing ."wOh, really?"
His chin dipped into the barest hint of a nod. "And when you're tenaciously holding on to my shoulders when I'm kissing you, that's a good thing as well."
Her dark eyes widened so delightfully that he had to add, "Don't you think?"
And then she surprised him.wLike this?" she asked, placing her hands on his shoulders. Her tone was daring, her eyes pure flirtation.
Lord, he loved that she surprised him.wThat's a start," he said. "You might have to"—he moved one of his hands to cover hers, pressing her fingers into his skin—"hold me a little more tenaciously."wI see," she murmured. "So what you're saying is that I should never let go?"
He thought about that for a moment. "Yes," he answered, realizing that there was a deeper meaning in her words, whether she'd intended it or not. "That's exactly what I'm saying."
And then words were simply not enough. He brought his lips to hers, remaining gentle for barely a second before his hunger overtook him. He kissed her with a passion he hadn't even known he possessed. It wasn't about desire—or at least it wasn't just about desire.
It was about need.
It was about a strange sensation, hot and fierce inside of him, urging him to lay claim to her, to somehow brand her as his.
He wanted her desperately, and he had absolutely no idea how he could possibly make it through an entire month before the wedding.wColin?" Penelope gasped, just as he was easing her down onto her back on the sofa.
He was kissing her jaw, and then her neck, and his lips were far too busy for anything other than a low, "Mmm?"wWe're—Oh!"
He smiled, even as he nipped her earlobe gently with his teeth. If she could finish a sentence, then he clearly wasn't befuddling her as much as he ought.wYou were saying?" he murmured, then kissed her deeply on the mouth, just to torture her.
He lifted his lips off hers just long enough for her to say, "I just—" and then he kissed her again, reeling with pleasure when she groaned with desire.wI'm sorry," he said, scooting his hands under the hem of her dress and then using them to do all sorts of wicked things to her calves, "you were saying?"wI was?" she asked, her eyes glazed.
He moved his hands higher, until they were tickling the back of her knee. "You were saying something," he said, pressing his hips against her because he honestly thought he would burst into flame at that very moment if he did not. "I think," he whispered, sliding his hand over the soft skin of her thigh, "that you were going to say that you wanted me to touch you here. "
She gasped, then groaned, then somehow managed to say, "I don't think that was what I was going to say."
He grinned against her neck. "Are you sure?"
She nodded.wSo then you want me to stop?"
She shook her head. Frantically.
He could take her now, he realized. He could make love to her right there on his mother's sofa and not only would she let him, she would enjoy herself in every way a woman should.
It wouldn't be a conquest, it wouldn't even be seduction.
It would be more than that. Maybe even...
Love.
Colin froze.wColin?" she whispered, opening her eyes.
Love?
It wasn't possible.wColin?"
Or maybe it was.wIs something wrong?"
It wasn't that he feared love, or didn't believe in it. He just hadn't... expected it.
He'd always thought love would hit a man like a thunderbolt, that one day you'd be loitering about at some party, bored to tears, and then you'd see a woman, and you'd know instantly that your life would be changed forever. That was what had happened to his brother Benedict, and heaven knew that he and his wife Sophie were blissfully happy rusticating away in the country.
But this thing with Penelope ... it had crept up on him. The change had been slow, almost lethargic, and if it was love, well...
If it was love, wouldn't he know! He watched her closely, curiously, thinking that maybe he'd find his answer in her eyes, or the sweep of her hair, or the way the bodice of her gown hung slightly crookedly.
Maybe if he watched her long enough, he'd know.wColin?" she whispered, starting to sound slightly anxious. He kissed her again, this time with a fierce determination. If this was love, wouldn't it become obvious when they kissed? But if his mind and body were working separately, then the kiss was clearly in league with his body, because while his mind's confusion remained just as blurry as ever, his body's need was brought into sharper focus.
Hell, now he was in pain. And he really couldn't do anything about it here in his mother's drawing room, even if Penelope would have been a willing participant.