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rear, squeezing, so she grabbed hold of his rump. Goodness, he had beautiful buttocks—hard and smooth and tightly indented at the sides. If he were on top of her, inside her, she would grab him there and clutch his muscular derriere as he plunged into her—
    He set her back on her feet, pulled her hands from his rear. “That’s enough, sweetheart. You are every inch a gently bred virgin. That unskilled kiss was definite proof.”
    She clung to his hands, unsteady. Unskilled kiss? Wonderful kiss. Dizzying kiss. She’d been passionate. How could he know she was innocent after that?
    “I—” She wanted another kiss. Wanted more. She couldn’t think.
    “Eventually your secret will get out, Miss Hamilton. Do you want to ruin your sisters too?”
    She shook her head. No, that she couldn’t do. “But I want to be independent. I can’t bear living each day knowing that disaster will come at any moment. Can you not understand that?”
    “It’s not safe, Miss Hamilton.”
    “So you will save me against my will? Why?”
    His lips lifted in a lopsided grin and her heart somersaulted in her chest.
    “Because my sister, Lady Ravenwood, insisted it was the right thing to do,” he said. “My father made a career of ruining innocents. I do not intend to follow in his footsteps. Unfortunately for the males of England, Miss Hamilton, your career is most definitely finished.”

C HAPTER T WO
    “A nd here is your brand-new nephew!”
    Marcus Wyndham, Earl of Trent, stood as Minerva, Lady Ravenwood, walked into the drawing room, a beaming smile on her face. She cradled the tiny baby against her chest. He could barely see the child amidst the frothy white bundle of blankets and blue ribbons, but Min…he’d never seen her look more radiant. Only two weeks from childbed and she glowed.
    Sunlight spilled into Min and Stephen’s drawing room, the fire roared with cheer, and being a part of the family gathering filled Marcus with a reassuring sense of warmth. He grinned as Min approached. Even his mother, who sat silently by the fire, had tolerated his presence without shrieking or throwing something at him.
    This was the happiest he’d felt in a long time. Nothing seemed to please him these days. Nothing…except Venetia Hamilton’s kiss.
    He hadn’t been able to sleep since kissing her. Hadn’t even gone to a bloody brothel to ease his pain because he’d vowed he wouldn’t and because it had been infinitely more pleasurable to lie in his bed with a cock as hard as a bloody iron bar and remember their kiss.
    A phrase of his father’s came to mind. I was shaken to my gleaming boots by her kiss. He’d been talking about a debutante—a virgin. A proper young lady, untouchable, off-limits, and oh, so ready to play, his father had claimed.
    Damn his father—he understood exactly what the old debaucher had meant.
    Hell, not the sort of thing to be thinking at a happy family gathering. He pushed the thoughts aside, and lightly kissed Min’s cheek.
    “David is smiling already,” she announced, raven curls bouncing. “If you smile at him, Marcus, I’m certain he’ll smile for you.”
    With shock, Marcus saw she was offering his nephew to him. He was at once honored and terrified. Min’s large, luminous eyes implored. She was so proud, so delighted with her joyous gift, that she would be hurt if he refused.
    He couldn’t hurt her.
    “Take care to support his head,” Stephen warned from his chair, “He’s a strong lad and when he throws his head back he can catch you by surprise.”
    Marcus flashed a grim look at his brother-in-law. “You’ve rapidly turned into an expert, have you? I seem to remember you were all fumbling hands that first night.”
    “True enough.” Stephen chuckled, raking his fingers through his hair. “Several bottles of port will do that to you.”
    “Don’t you want to hold him?” Min asked.
    Marcus swallowed hard and nodded. “But he’s such a tiny little thing.”
    “I can assure