Page 36 of Lord Carlisle's Enticing Lure
Sorrow turned down the corners of her mouth.
His conceit that she could crave him grew a thousand-fold.
She turned petulant and rubbed her breasts against his chest. “The music has ended. They’ve all gone to bed. What time do you think it is?”
“I’ll get my watch in my frockcoat.” He began to push away.
“Don’t look.” She drew him back, curling her fingers around his nape. “I don’t care what time it is. Stay. Stay, won’t you?”
“Sweetheart, you know that is not wise. Servants may soon be in the halls. Guests, too.”
She pressed her lips to his throat, her thighs opening, her hands pressing him near. She was all wild, willing woman, and she was his.
He could not resist her squirming invitation. He was hard again.
“You want me,” she announced with a little giggle and a firm press of her center to his cock.
“I dare not. I fear if we do this again, I may never leave.”
She slid her hand down to cover him. Her caress was firm, rhythmic.
She had him shaking his head. “We must be prudent.”
She fell back to the bed, her eyes squeezed shut. “You’re right. And you’ll think me a wanton.” She took his words as rejection for all they had done.
He could not allow that. “I think you daring and lovely and wise to want me.”
She smiled at him, her torment gone. “Wise, eh?”
“I am a good catch. I have everything you could need.” Was he a fool to offer himself so baldly? He did not care.
She embraced him, her breasts rising in hot invitation against his chest. “We know so little of each other.”
“But we learn more each day and night.” He traced the frilly line of her ear. “I know you are a widow who has lost her husband and her child. A sorrow that still stings. I know you see my Bella as the sweet child she is. But I also know you desire me and give yourself with an abandon that fills my soul with gratitude. Come for a picnic today withBella, my sister, and her beau, Langley, too.”
“I’d be happy to.”
For once, she did not argue. He rejoiced at the small victory. “Noon, then?”
“I must leave after an hour.”
He cocked a brow, teasing her with a wariness he, happily, did not feel. “An engagement with another man?”
“There is no other man.”
He threaded his fingers through her long, silken waves. “I’m very glad to hear that.”
“Is there another woman?” Her words held fear, but also in her expression was a distaste for her arrogance to ask.
“No. Not for the longest time.”
She swallowed hard. “Why is that?”
“I’ve been waiting to be enchanted by you.”
She took the compliment with a grin and hugged him, her glorious hair trailing down her back into his palms. “I like picnics. Little sandwiches and cakes. Grass and sky. A kite.”
He grinned. “And you.”
