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is hands came up to her chin and lifted her, forcing her to meet his eyes. And then he spoke as if hearing her negative thoughts, “I would love nothing more than to take you to a play.”
    At that moment, she realized that she’d love nothing more herself… except maybe a kiss.
    She backed away as warmth spread to her face. She shouldn’t be here with him. This was wrong.
    Looking around him into the empty but well lit ballroom, she decided that it was time for her to rejoin the party. She seriously doubted anyone was looking for her, sure that no one cared enough to do it, but unlike Miss Haywood, Amy wouldn’t risk her—
    Before she could complete her next thought, Nathaniel lifted her face again and kissed her. Passionately. Amy felt her entire being become raptured in the feel of his soft lips and the strong arms that came around her.
    “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered across her lips before his lips slid to her cheek, placing light kisses against her jaw and ear.

    A my sighed . She’d never felt this level of warmth before. Neither had she ever been called beautiful. So surprised by the confession, she pulled back to look into his eyes, green eyes that had taken on a darker tint. Choked by her feelings, she took a few deep breaths and then asked while she stared into his eyes, “Do you really find me beautiful?”
    Nathaniel’s gloved hands cupped her face, and he held her close as he said, “Enchanting.” The simple word rolled over her like warm velvet. Then he was kissing her again. Amy’s arms wrapped around his neck as she felt him walk them into a corner of the balcony that was completely cast in black. Their breathing came rough and rushed as Nathaniel played with her mouth, plying her open. “For the first time ever, I find myself struggling between the desire to kiss you or listen to you speak poetry endlessly.”
    Amy smiled against his lips. No one had ever said such things to her. Everything about Nathaniel seemed to capture her every sense, mind, and body.
    As if hearing her thoughts, he smiled against her lips and then she felt the smile fall and the moment grew serious. “Skip the season, and simply be with me.”
    Amy’s voice caught. The entire night had taken the most wonderful turn. “I…” She didn’t know what to say. She smiled brightly, not because he could see it, but because she simply couldn’t help it. Lord Nathaniel had proposed to her. So quickly. “Well, I’m sure if we ask my uncle, he’ll approve of us marrying.”

    N athaniel stilled , “That’s not what I meant.”
    Amy shook her head, not understanding, but still in the glow of their kiss. “Well, of course, we should court first, and—”
    Nathaniel was silent. Too silent. He sighed, “Amy, I have no intentions of marrying you.”
    She closed her eyes, searching for the hidden message in his words because there was no way he could mean what he’d said… not after they’d just…
    As if realizing for the first time where they were, Amy placed her hands on his chest, wishing for space. “What do you mean? What else would I skip the season for?”

    “ T o become my mistress .”
    It was as though a hand closed around her throat. She pushed him, and he gave her enough room to move away toward the more lit location on the balcony. Turning around, she didn’t know what to say. Then she decided that there really was nothing to be said. She made her way toward the door but stopped when she felt Nathaniel’s hand reach out and wrap around her wrist.
    “Wait.”
    Not being able to help herself, she turned and stared at him, and once again, found him to be the most handsome man she’d ever set her eyes on.
    “Think about it, Amy.” He moved closer to her. “We fit so well together.” His other hand came up and caressed her cheek. The tone of his voice dropped an octave. “Can’t you feel it?”
    She could, but... She backed away again. “No.”
    Nathaniel’s entire face lit up with surprise.