Page 33 of His Wicked Secret
Jonathan nodded. “Come closer to the wall here and put you back against it. We will act as if it is a garden hedge.”
Audrey stood against the wall, then turned to face him. He slowly approached her, a predatory gleam in his eyes that set her heart into a mad rhythm of excitement.
“I’m going to pretend to be Willoughby, and you will use the move I showed you.”
She swallowed hard. “All right.” He was going to touch her intimately, or at least try to, and part of her didn’t want to stop him.
“Where was his other hand? The one not under your skirts?” Jonathan asked as he stood inches away, peering down at her.
She honestly couldn’t remember. “Behind my neck, I think.”
Jonathan’s hand cupped the back of her head. “Like this?” His gaze lingered on her lips, and her body burned at his touch. Why did they have to be training when they could be kissing?
“Yes…”
“I’m going to pretend you are wearing skirts, all right? Try to stop my hand.” He whispered this just before he leaned down and kissed her.
Audrey forgot everything about her lessons. Lord, she’d forgotten how good his lips felt and how giddy she felt trapped between him and a hard surface. She was under his power, and she liked it because he would only bring her pleasure. His hand touched her hip, moved to cup her bottom, and she gasped against his lips. Lord Willoughby hadn’t done that!
His hand moved down the back of her thigh, lifting her leg to wrap around his hips. He pressed tighter against her, their hips meeting as he pulled her off the ground, pinning her against the wall, continuing to kiss her. Then he slid his hand between their bodies, cupping her between her legs. Her knees buckled as waves of pleasure hit her hard. She clutched at his shoulders, trying to kiss him back. She felt frozen, frantic. Her yearning to feel that ecstasy at his hands was overpowering.
Jonathan rubbed his hand against her. She whimpered, trying to ride his palm. How did this man know how to set fire to her blood in such a way? His mouth broke apart from hers.
“You’re…not…trying,” he growled softly.
“Yes I am,” she insisted, arching her back to get closer to him.
“You’re trying to get me to bed you, not trying to fight me off. Are you not taking this seriously?” His frustrated tone was like a bucket of ice water over her. Fury rose up in her. She dropped her hands from his shoulders and snatched his wrist, jerking his hand back into the position he’d showed her. He leapt back from her, breaking free, and she dropped to her feet.
“Bloody hell!” He rubbed at his hand, scowling, but his anger soon cleared. “That… That was well done, if a bit delayed. But you’ll need to be able to keep your grip as well if you wish to subdue him. Once I’m free, you’re back where you started.”
Audrey wished she had punched him in the nose instead. This was exactly the thing she hated. His cool, dispassionate distance. Had he felt nothing between them?
“I think I’m done with my lessons for today,” she said. If there was one thing she hated, it was when a man made her want to cry.
“Very well. We shall have another lesson tomorrow.” He turned away and retrieved his boots, putting them back on. “And you will sleep in my chambers tonight. Or I will come to yours.”
“What? No. Jonathan, we mustn’t. Not here.”
“Once a week, that was the agreement.” He faced her, his gaze entirely too serious. “Your reactions today only prove my point. If you get distracted by a man’s kisses, he can take advantage of you as I did, and you don’t want that.”
She raised her arms over her chest. “You’re certainly right. Idon’twant that.” Her temper was boiling now.
“Especially not with me,” he added, a wicked smile suddenly curving his lips.
“No, you…you are…” she sputtered.
“Yes? What am I?” he asked, stepping close again. All she could think of was him, his warmth, his kiss, how she’d adored the way his hands had wandered.
“You are infuriating.”
“And you like it when I rile you.”
“I do not!”
“Of course you do. I keep you on those little toes of yours, waiting for more kisses, even though you act like you despise me.”
It was his smug grin that pushed her too far. She hauled back her arm to slap him, but he caught her arm easily in mid-flight.
