Lord Langley Is Back in Town (The Bachelor Chronicles) by Boyle Elizabeth

Author:Boyle, Elizabeth [Boyle, Elizabeth]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: HarperCollins
Published: 2011-05-30T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 8

. . . then again, what lady wants a man to keep his word?

Advice to Felicity Langley from her Nanny Lucia

Minerva’s heart leapt in her chest. The warmth of his finger teased her lips, a promise of the fire that could be ignited, if only she said the word. Yes.

Please, sir. Kiss me, she wanted to plead. Yes, please.

And demmit if he didn’t see the desire in her eyes. This charming, wretched devil. It was as if he could truly read her mind, for his other hand was at the small of her back, caressing her, soothing her, moving her closer, until she was up against his chest.

Her breasts, barely concealed as they were in Brigid’s scandalous gown, rode up even higher, her nipples tight as they were pressed against the superfine of his jacket.

Langley glanced down at her bodice, and she knew without a doubt that wolfish twinkling gleam in his eyes as his gaze rose and met hers wasn’t for the diamonds around her throat.

And in that moment she knew. Like a woman does, that a man desires her. Wants her. Wants to see her naked and sprawled across his bed, so that he can explore her every curve, her every desire.

His hand, which had left her lips—when, she couldn’t recall—was now cupping one of her breasts, his thumb rolling over her nipple. His gaze never left hers, as if daring her to stop him. And when she didn’t, he leaned forward, and she thought—no, she wished—he would kiss her, but instead his head tipped and the whisper of his breath, warm and enticing, washed over her as he nuzzled her neck, her earlobe, her hair.

Minerva opened her mouth . . . to complain . . . to protest . . . perhaps only to try and breathe . . . and all that came out was something she’d never heard.

“O-o-o-oh,” she gasped. “Oh, Langley.”

Good heavens! What was that?

And when his hand slipped one of her breasts free of her gown and his fingers curled around it, explored it, drew her nipple into a taut knot of desires, she did it again.

“O-o-o-oh.” She couldn’t help herself, couldn’t stop herself, for this man was lighting every desire she’d held in check for far too long.

Well, quite honestly? Forever . . .

Why was it now that her ardor was finally finding the light of day? Or rather the pleasures of night as she and Langley rocked together in the carriage as it ambled through the dark streets.

He murmured something to her, but what, she didn’t know, for his hands were roving over her, igniting a trail of desire wherever they went, her back, her breasts. Then they were moving her, pulling her beneath him.

She lay on her back on the seat and he was atop her, his body hard.

Truly hard, and instead of being shocked as she should be—for she’d never had a man like this—her body thrummed to life with the same unwitting abandon as the moans he’d elicited with his heated touch.

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