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but to her great consternation, the Earl of Langham decided
to accompany them.
    She had
presumed he had gone to town with the others but when she entered
the dining room, he was sitting at the table with Sophie whom
appeared to be scolding him for his late appearance.
    “It is one
o’clock in the afternoon, Rafe,” she was saying, her little mouth
set in a disapproving line. “What on earth have you been doing all
morning?”
    The Earl just
dragged his hand through his untidy hair and took a bite of his
pie, his eyes landing on Charlotte and not leaving, even when he
reached for the decanter of wine.
    An hour later,
she was perched on a log, deep in the woods and his eyes were still
on her, making her skin feel hot and uncomfortable. He lounged
against a tree and occasionally glanced away from her to watch
William and Arthur run madly around Sophie, waving their treasured
sticks in the air. What happy little boys they were, thought
Charlotte, their uninhibited pleasure reminding her of her own lost
childhood.
    “Don’t you find
them too much? Too noisy, too wild?” he asked.
    She smiled at
that. The Earl was clearly expecting her to find these boisterous
boys a ‘handful’ as all the other Governesses had, but he did not
know Charlotte and the life she had led.
    “No,” she said.
“It is my belief that boys need to be wild now and then. It is in
their nature.”
    “And you don’t
wish to tame their natural instincts?”
    No, thought
Charlotte, watching the Earl’s long leg bend to rest his boot on
the tree bough, I only wish to tame my own. “They just need their
energies directed a little and they will grow into fine men.”
    The moment she
had said it, she regretted it because the Earl gave her his slow
and lazy smile and she felt her traitorous loins begin to ache once
again, and they had not stopped aching as they all made their way
out of the woods. He would insist on walking beside her, or just
behind her, his shoulders occasionally brushing against hers, his
smoky blue eyes always on her.
    Then Sophie and
the boys ran ahead and he took the opportunity to take her hand and
before she could protest she found herself pushed against a tree,
her breath coming out in a surprised gasp.
    “Sir! What are
you doing?” she asked, at least attempting to sound like a
virtuously shocked lady despite the fact that his lips on her neck
had instantly reduced her to wanting to grab hold of his shoulders
and rub wantonly against him.
    “What does it
look like I’m doing?” he growled in a voice that tightened her
nipples.
    A moan escaped
her as his hand found her breast and she desperately wanted to
press against him and have his fingers pinch her tight. “Sir!” she
cried in an attempt to stop herself begging him to touch her.
    But she didn’t
need to ask. It was as if he knew what she wanted, and he rubbed
her nipple through the thin fabric of her gown as he said. “You
consume me! I must have you.”
    Her head was
spinning with arousal and if he had not been pinning her against
the tree she would have slumped to the floor in a pool of liquid
lust. Her eyes fixed on his full lips but before they descended
upon her she summoned the very last reserves of her strength, and
gripping his rough chin said, “Control yourself. We are out in the
open.” How she managed to speak in such a steady voice, she had no
idea.
    His hand left
her breast and she felt bereft. “Your reputation is certainly true
Lord Langham,” she laughed, hoping desperately to lighten the
intensity between them.
    “My
reputation?” he asked running his hand through his thick hair and
looking impossibly lovely as he attempted an innocent look that
just made Charlotte’s hot loins clench in aroused agony.
    “Oh come, my
Lord!” she laughed. “You are renowned as the worst rake in the ton.
I’ve heard that no Lady is safe from your appetites.”
    The look of
hurt on his face then made her do something unbelievably foolish.
She glanced down