A Scoundrel by Moonlight by Anna Campbell

Author:Anna Campbell [Campbell, Anna]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2015-04-27T14:00:00+00:00

Nell stirred to warmth and a glow of happiness. Strong arms encircled her. Musky scent teased her senses. She rested her head on a man’s bare chest and his heart thudded beneath her ear. She nestled closer to that reassuring sound.

It was early. Pale light edged the curtains, but the sun was yet to rise. The room was dark. The fire had died long ago.

“Good morning,” a deep voice murmured above her head.

She stretched against James, loving the hot slide of his skin. So far, life as a fallen woman was full of splendid surprises. She hadn’t expected the pleasure she’d found last night, especially after the awkward beginning. She hadn’t expected to feel so blissful waking in the marquess’s arms.

“Good morning, my lord,” she whispered back.

“I was James last night,” he said softly.

“James.” She said the word slowly, relishing the mellifluous hiss.

She kissed his chest, the hair tickling her nose. Luxuriously she rubbed her foot along his leg, feeling the rasp of hair there too.

“If you keep doing that, there will be consequences,” he said on a rumble of amusement.

“How terrifying,” she said drily. He started the day interested, she discovered.

She gasped when he tipped her onto her back and rose above her. “You’re an impudent baggage.”

Breathlessly, she laughed, running her hands over his broad shoulders. “I don’t think you should call me names.”

“I do.” He glanced a kiss across her nose. “Sweetheart.”

She shivered at the playful contact. The last traces of sleep ebbed.

Another kiss between her eyebrows. “Darling.”

A squeak of pleasure escaped. She liked him to tease her. She liked it even better when he kissed her at the same time.

“Dearest.” Two kisses this time, one on each fluttering eyelid. “Sweeting.”

She tilted her chin in silent invitation. This game was diverting, of course it was. But her lips tingled for the taste of his.

“Beautiful girl.” A kiss on her ear and a subtle puff of breath that made her toes curl.

She caught his arms in eager hands. “You won your point, my lord.”

“My lord again?” He nibbled a line from her jaw up to her ear and nipped at her earlobe. Another shivery ripple had her squirming into the sheets.

“Perhaps I want to call you names too.”

He bit her earlobe again, then tugged with his teeth. She caught her breath. Who knew that something as humble as her ear offered such pleasure?

“Call me James, Eleanor.”

“Will you kiss me if I do?”

“I won’t if you don’t.”

Her eyes narrowed. Last night, she’d learned many things about James Fairbrother, Marquess of Leath. One was that she wielded more power over him than she’d credited.

She tried to read his expression, but the darkness defeated her. Instead, she sought other clues. His jagged breathing. The heat of his skin.

“You want me,” she whispered, walking her fingers across the taut line of his shoulders and delighting in the way his skin tightened under the caress. She bumped her hips up to confirm his readiness. “You can’t hide it.”

He groaned and scraped his teeth down her neck.

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