Chapter 7

He reached out to cup the outline of her right breast, his thumb grazing over the nipple. She trembled beneath his touch. He leaned toward her, lightly brushing his lips over hers, then trailing to the pulse at the column of her throat. She smelled faintly of roses. His cock, now fully hard, strained against his braies.

His hand shaking, he removed it from her breast and stood, running his fingers through his hair. “As much as I am attracted to you, madam, I cannot betray my friendship and love of Edward by touching you. Not without his consent.”

Katherine stood, too, and twisted her hands together. “You are right, Sir Gregory. I feel the same way, truly. It grows late and I must dress for the tournament. I am sure you also have preparations.”

“Yes. Until later, my lady.” He brought her entwined hands to his lips and placed a chaste kiss upon them.

“May you have great success in the tournament, Sir Gregory.”

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