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relinquish the images of their entwined naked forms. He remembered what the heat of her skin had felt like against his. Recalled, too, the taste of her passion and the sound of her cries as their bodies came together.
    The very idea of having her again fired his blood, and that thought alone was enough to have him raring and ready to go like a stud in season.
    He couldn’t be expected to keep his liberties to a minimum with his thoughts diving so quickly southward. Bloody hell, he knew the woman more intimately than anyone.
    More importantly, she’d meant more to him than she could ever fathom. He had thought himself in love with her, and had intended to ask for her hand before his father had convinced him that was the wrong move to make. He had cared enough to leave her behind at the house party when the first scandal broke over another couple engaging in an illicit affair—his only concern had been to protect Genny’s reputation.
    His hand flexed around her hip. Her curves felt as lush as ever where his hand rested just above the curve of her bottom—he slid his hand to the left, placing it on the small of her waist between her hip and breast. Her bosom was unfortunately covered completely from view. A man could bury and happily smother himself in all that plumpness …
    Genny was quick to pull away this time when the dance ended. His intention had been to keep her away from the girl, or so he led himself to believe, but really, he’d just wanted to feel her in his arms again.
    Much like lead tossed in a bucket of water, the thought of charming and winning Genny’s cousin sat heavy in his gut.
    Tristan had had the girl to himself for fifteen minutes. That was enough time to endear Lady Charlotte in his favor for eternity. Tristan had a certain je ne sais quoi that ladies of all ages found irresistible. So what was Leo to do? Tristan never left anything unfinished. And once Jez had made up her mind about something it was not easy to divert her attention elsewhere. It wasn’t as though they’d ruin the girl, simply steer her planned path in another direction—one far from Mr. Warren.
    Leo was one step behind Genny as she weaved her way through the dancers. A few threads of her straight hair had escaped her low chignon; it must have come undone during their dance. Thank the heavens she didn’t wear a mobcap. He liked seeing her slightly disheveled, especially when he was the one to cause the disheveling.
    Mamas watched their daughters from the edge of the dance floor while he followed hot on Genny’s tail like a buck in rut. There those rutting thoughts came again. He wanted to throw his hands up in exasperation. Why did this little woman turn his thoughts primitive?
    Lady Charlotte’s back was to them; her hair had been coiffed with an array of perfect, corkscrew spirals. The satin bow that tied off her necklace at her nape was an enticement to all men in the vicinity. It was an invitation to touch and explore the soft feminine curves of her shoulder blades. Yet … yet, he had no desire to reach for her, not when he was closing the distance on a certain temperamental Fury.
    Leo nodded to Tristan and gave his friend a meaningful glace in the direction of the woman three paces ahead of him—who just so happened to have every intention of spoiling any plans Tristan had laid the groundwork for.
    Leo was torn as to whether or not he should let Genny put a stop to their devised amusement. Certainly the Ponsley chit’s feelings would be involved and she’d be crushed when she realized neither of them had any intention of marrying her once Mr. Warren found another woman to chase after.
    Leo saw clearly that this was an irrational wager decided on the spur of a moment.
    No, this was the right thing to do.
    Mr. Warren was a product of his great-uncle, who had been an abuser of woman. They’d be saving the chit from going down the same path Jez had taken with her husband. Save her from experiencing what his stepmother