The warmth of the sun, which now shone directly through the window, the smooth, rounded taste of the wine, and her lack of sleep the night before began to take their toll. The words blurred on the page in front of her and her eyelids drooped.
‘Well, what have we here? Briar Rose? Should I awaken you with a kiss?’
Clarissa struggled up from her slumber. What was she doing dreaming of fairy tales? Why was Ben in her dreams? Or why did the hazy, attentive, faceless man who had wooed her in them now have a face, and a deep, smooth voice that curled around her like velvet?
The soft pressure on her cheeks made her open her eyes. Ben’s face was only inches away from hers.
‘I knew the kiss would do it? Shall I show you how?’ He moved closer and pressed his lips over hers. Clarissa opened her mouth to protest, as his eyelids closed, and he lifted her out of the chair and sat down with her on his lap.
Something pressed into her buttocks and she wriggled to dislodge it.
‘Stay still woman and kiss me back.’
Before she was able to utter a word, his tongue slid between her teeth and pressed on her tongue.
Her body tingled and goosebumps appeared on her arms as fast as urchins at a farthing scramble. What was he doing?
‘Kiss me back,’ he mumbled the words into her mouth.
Clarissa shut her eyes. How on earth did one kiss a man on the lips?
Easily she found. His hands stroked her neck and her arms as he held her close. Almost of its own volition, her tongue sought his and began to play.
Her skin was on fire and she stirred restlessly.
Why was he holding her fast? She needed to move to assuage the strange feelings that invaded her body. Her feet dangled and she stretched to get a toehold.
Ben lifted his mouth. ‘My dear, do you know what you are doing?’ His breathing was as erratic as Clarissa’s. ‘For a first kiss that was memorable.’
‘If it was our first kiss, no doubt.’
‘If you continue to encourage me so, I’ll take you up on your invitation.’ He slackened his grip, and set her on her feet. ‘What do you mean “if”? Are you saying we’ve kissed before, or it wasn’t a kiss?’
‘Whichever you think fits.’ Me and my big mouth. Clarissa staggered and he shot his arm out to steady her. ‘Ignore it.’ Why didn’t she sound cool, collected and in command? ‘I issued no invitation. You, you plundered and took.’ It was hard to remain calm when her bosom heaved, and her private places stung as if a bee had alighted. No wonder it was known as a woman’s honey pot. However, even in her agitated state she noticed the way he kept glancing at her chest. What was that part of a woman’s anatomy called other than breasts or chest, she wondered? Did men have a private name for those mammaries?
Once, she noticed a secret smile playing around his lips, and she itched to ask him what was funny. Only the thought that he might say ‘you’ stopped her.
‘I did indeed,’ he said at last, just before her temper got the better of her. ‘And believe me I enjoyed every second of it. No …’ He put his finger over her lips. ‘Silence is needed.’
Clarissa managed – just – not to bite his digit or, heavens above, suck it into her mouth.
‘Say no more. I have news for you, with regards to our carriage.’
She looked at him closely. Had his face taken on a greyish tinge? Or was it because the sun had gone behind a cloud?
‘It’s ready?’
He shook his head. ‘Sadly, no.’
Those pesky spiders were back in force.
‘Then shall I ring for the soup and pies?’ She was pleased how well she kept her voice level. ‘I assume we will have time to eat before it is repaired?’
‘Oh yes.’
Why did he stare at her so closely?
‘We have plenty of time,’ Ben said. ‘The wheelwright informs me it will be tomorrow before a new wheel is fashioned and fitted.’
Clarissa sat on the nearest chair with a thump that jarred her teeth.
‘Repeat that, please?’ she said faintly. ‘Slowly.’
‘Tomorrow, hopefully soon after breakfast. We may, if all goes well, get to the lodge before nightfall.’
She shook her head. He was jesting, surely? The wary look in her eyes told her he wasn’t. The spiders grew bigger and scrambled for a better place to torture her.
‘So, until then? What will we do?’
She mistrusted the gleam in his eyes. It was time to show she was no wallflower. ‘I, of course, have my book. So once we have eaten, I’ll let you do whatever you need to. Rest assured, you don’t have to worry about your need to entertain me, sir.’
He grinned. The grin she had seen from afar when he honed in on a usually willing woman to dally with.
‘Oh my love, believe me it will be no worry. I look forward to,’ he paused, ‘entertaining you. Ah.’ The door opened and the landlord and his wife bustled in with laden trays. ‘Refreshments.’
‘’Tis all here, M’ Lud.’ Blevins, the landlord, supervised the positioning of the bowls and platters. ‘And your bedchamber is ready if you need to freshen up. The one at the end of the corridor. The best room M’Lud.’
He ushered his wife out of the room.
Clarissa cleared her throat.
Ben pulled back a chair. ‘May I assist you?’
‘Room?’
He nodded and didn’t meet her gaze.
‘Room, my lord? As in room, singular?’ No wonder he looked anywhere but at her.
‘It seems the inn is full.’ Ben sliced a golden-crusted pie in half and inspected the contents. ‘Ah, chicken. May I help you to a slice?’
‘Then, yes, thank you, a small slice. I have a notion my appetite is about to desert me. Pray continue.’
‘Continue?’ He contrived to look almost bewildered. ‘What was I saying?’
‘Exactly.’ She spoke in a crisp, concise manner. ‘Continue. Resume. Carry on. Proceed. Shall I refresh your memory? I believe you were about to explain the lack of an “s” on the word room.’
‘We are lucky. Due to my rank, the landlord has rearranged the sleeping quarters. We now have his best bedchamber, and the young buck who was in it is relegated to the second best and so forth. The poor soul who was in the last room may well be in the stables or with the pot boy.’
‘Then I assume you’ll be in the pigsty,’ Clarissa said with studied indifference. ‘As I have no intention of sharing my room with anyone, let alone a man who snores after imbibing.’
The look on his face was incredulous. He put down the tankard of ale he held and stood over her.
Oh lud, have I taken one step too far?
‘Then rest assured, my love,’ he said and tilted her head upwards by dint of holding her chin, ‘I won’t imbibe and you can enjoy my … presence without fear of losing sleep.’ He paused and bent his head so his breath feathered over her ear. ‘At least not due to my snoring.’
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Ben couldn’t help but gain a modicum of pleasure