The Wrong Mr Bridgerton

Chapter 13

How can she talk to Colin now she already felt like she may not be able to control herself when she saw him.

"Morning, Pen!"

Penelope immediately dropped her plate of food on her mothers carpet.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you"

she mumbled "You didn't"

He looked down at the disaster on the carpet "If you say so Pen" he chuckled.

He kneeled down to help her pick up the damage before her mum would notice.

"Ah, Pen, I will help"

Her cheeks glowed a pink colour. Their hand reached for the same biscuit, Colin's hand on top of hers. He realised his bungle. Instead of removing his hand straight away he froze. Pen's eyes looked overwhelmed as she looked up at him. His fingers started to move between hers. He noticed her chest moved up and down at a quicker pace. Colin found his eyes lingering over her lips, nibbling his own, to stop himself from doing anything foolish.

"Colin?" Her word a slight whisper

"Why are you here?"

"I was visiting Mr Featherington, and thought while i'm here I would"

"You would?"

"See you"

"Well here I am" they both stood slowly, still with their eyes transfixed

"You found me"

"Yes I did. Pen?"

"Colin?" her tone seductively soft.

He shook his mind back on topic "Yes, I wondered if you would do me the honour of Promenading with me"

She nodded, he took her hand to help her up, he realised how perfectly her hands fit into his. He was on fire, just her eyes were doing all kinds of things to his self control, which he was holding onto by the skin of his teeth.

"Pen?" He answered in the same soft tone. Looking down at their fingers still entangled. Her eyes followed his. They should not be touching so inappropriately at her home. If Cousin Jack walked in. Worse, if his mum walked in. Nothing could wipe her mind of that expression that would be on her mother's face. Did she care? He stood less than a foot away, still holding her hand. He surprised her by bringing her hand to his lips.

His lips grazed her so delicately. Pens eyes flew shut. He watched as her eyelashes fluttered. She was getting warmer by the second. He had to stop himself from stepping closer.

"Colin" Pens voice was trembling. Her lips parted a little. Her eyes fluttered up to him.

"I should go"

"hmm mm"

"I don't want to"

"I know"

He tilted her head up to face him "Pen I cannot start something, without finishing"

"And this is my home"

"Precisely"

Pen looked to the ground, as not to catch his eyes again and feel even more awkward than she had before.

She cleared her throat

Colin cut in "We better leave to promenade before"

"They notice we are ignoring them" she smirked at him.

Promenading with Penelope would be difficult. When all his mind would do is imagine her close to him with her eyes needing him. His hands having their way all over her. How was he to focus on anything else. She walked slowly next to him, her shawl over her shoulders and under her bust which made her breast look even more perky.