Raph was touched by his wife’s warmth towards Pamela, but his thoughts were consumed by her body, her sweet scent, and the way her lips parted for him every time he drew near to her.
She’s weaving herself into my mind, and I’m craving her more every second.
“Pamela.” Raph turned his focus on her. “There has been a change of plans. I’ll be teaching you how to ride a horse.”
“You’llteach me?” Pamela asked, astonished.
“Yes, is there an issue with that?”
“No, Father. I just thought you wouldn’t have time and that you’ll find a teacher.”
“I believe it would be best if I teach you. To ensure your safety.”
“Yes, Father.” He ignored the hint of disappointment in her tone.
“We’ll start tomorrow with a mare and work our way up to a stallion.”
“I would like that, Father.”
“I’ll ride with you on the trails. There will be no risks of falling or getting injured while I’m around.”
“I think it’s a wonderful idea to ride together, Your Grace.” Camelia’s smile made his heart leap.
It was a strange feeling, but he held onto it.
“Yes, I think so too,” he replied dryly.
Camelia made this possible, and I’m torn between gratitude and wanting to bend her over the table.
Raph smiled briefly at Pamela. “Tomorrow, after your lessons, we’ll begin your training. We’ll take it slow, but you’ll be riding in no time.”
“Thank you, Father!” Her excitement returned.
“You’ll be gentle, won’t you, Raph?” Camelia asked, concerned.
“I am gentle when it’s called for, Duchess. You, especially, should know better,” Raph whispered so only she could hear.
He watched her skin bloom to a fine red beneath his gaze.
Her teasing drives me mad. I want to drag her to my chambers and show her just how ‘gentle’ I can be.
“Pamela, you may fetch your bonnet and coat now. The carriage shall arrive soon.”
“Yes, Father.” Pamela got up excitedly and left the dining room with a skip in her step.
When she was out of sight, Raph turned to Camelia.
“Thank you,” he murmured.
“I haven’t done anything, Your Grace,” she said sweetly.
“You have done a lot in just a few days. It’s more than I have done in fifteen years.”
The confession surprised him as much as it did her, but he caught the look of appreciation on Camelia’s face.
He leaned forward, his gaze holding hers. “Before you leave for the seamstress, Duchess, I have a word of advice.”
Camelia leaned forward, too. “Pray, do tell?
