A Royal Kiss and Tell

She put a finger to her lips, listening for footfall in the hallway. When she heard none, she breathed, and went back to the settee and sat next to Leo. “They were gentlemen from the foreign secretary’s office. They asked me to...to keep an eye, really, and said there was reason to believe you were plotting with your uncle to overthrow your father.”

Leo drew a breath that flared his nostrils. “Bloody hell.”

“I can fend them off,” she said confidently.

He snapped his gaze to hers, alarmed. “These are not parlor games, love. You must tell Beck.”

“Are you mad? He’d not let me out of his sight, much less allow me to attend the Pennybacker ball. Listen, we haven’t any time to spare. I must call on Nancy Pennybacker and gain you an invitation—”

He suddenly wrapped his arms around her and drew her into his chest, cupping the back of her head and pressing it against his shoulder. “For God’s sake, don’t do anything. I told you about the girls only because I wanted you to understand—not to involve you. I love you, Caroline. I would never put you in harm’s way.”

Caroline gasped. She pushed out of his embrace, with a strength born from a sudden and wild mix of emotions. Had he really just confessed his love for her? And did he really think she would be so easily put off? She took his face in her hands and made him look at her. “I am going to help you, Leopold, and you can’t command me to do otherwise. I am the only one who can help you.”

He caressed her earlobe with his thumb. “You’re right. I came here because I need your help. In fact you are the only one who can help me, the only one I can trust. I need to hide them.”

That was not the sort of help she had in mind. “Where? Here?”

“It’s better than the Clarendon Hotel. Can you imagine the speculation?”

Oh, but she could. “Not here,” she said, her thoughts churning. “Beck—”

“Je, of course,” Leo sighed and bowed his head. “I knew it was asking too much, but thought it worth the chance.”

“Not here. Hollis’s house.”

Leo’s head snapped up. “I won’t involve her, either, Caroline.”

“You can’t take them there, obviously, but perhaps you could send them with one of your guards?”

“Caroline! Hollis Honeycutt knows nothing about this. I won’t do it.”

“You won’t, but I will,” Caroline said. “Hollis will help in any way that she can. And she will because I ask her, Leopold. She loves me as I love her.”

He looked as if he wanted to argue. But he didn’t. He said, “As God as my witness, I have done nothing in my life to deserve you. I do love you.”

He couldn’t possibly know what those words meant to her—more than life itself in that moment. But they were almost too painful to hear. She couldn’t bear to hear him confess his love, then set sail for a marriage in Alucia. “Don’t say that,” she whispered. “Please don’t say that.”

He didn’t say it again. He pulled her to him and kissed her. It felt to Caroline as if the room closed around them, shielding them from the world. She could feel an eruption at the core of her with all the yearning she’d felt for him since that night in Chichester, a tiny volcano of want and need and hope. That was the first time she’d really noticed how handsome he was, how tall he stood, how finely he dressed, how his smile seemed to radiate from somewhere inside him. And then all the yearning she’d had the day Eliza married, when she’d seen him standing so regally beside his brother.

And in these last few weeks, all the yearning she’d suffered every time he’d touched her or kissed her. His lips were the beacon, his warmth the shelter, his strength the fence around them. Here she was again, aroused by all those feelings for him, his lips banishing any doubt or concern or fear in her. Everything faded away but the two of them, and the only thing that remained was a deep desire to hold him and love him. She desperately wanted to love him.

Her arousal scorched her blood. She pressed against him, into the hard planes and angles of his body. She touched the corner of his mouth with her fingers, angled her head so that she could deepen this kiss between them. She could feel his arousal, could feel the tension of his desire in the taut way he held his body, in the restraint that radiated from him.

He held her tightly to him, and part of her hoped he never let go. She hoped they never left this room, never ended this kiss. But Leo did end it. He nipped at her lips, kissed her cheek, her forehead, then lifted his head. “Caroline, mang leift, my love, we can’t continue this,” he whispered. “I have three poor souls waiting for me.”

Everything in her hummed. The caress of his voice, his hand...but she nodded. Her body was pulsing and wet and she felt like she could explode with a single touch, and she couldn’t let that happen.

But neither did she want it to end. Because the moment they opened that door, it could very well be the last time he touched her.