Mr. Darcy's Courtesan by Valerie Lennox

Author:Valerie Lennox [Lennox, Valerie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Punk Rawk Books
Published: 2019-03-31T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

It was another night, and Darcy was arguing with Georgiana about going to yet another ball. He didn’t truly want to go either, and he was struggling to convince his sister that it was necessary. The only thing motivating Darcy to go to the ball was to see Elizabeth. He could not help but want to be in her presence. She seemed so exuberant and free when they were dancing. He liked the two of them touching, their bodies moving in time to the music. It made him feel so much goodness that it seemed to spill out of him and overflow. Elizabeth was the best part of his life.

While they used to arrived separately, he had done away with all that lately. He and Elizabeth arrived together, in his coach, and he didn’t care what anyone said about it. Everyone was scandalized. They all whispered that he should simply marry Mrs. Fieldstone, because the way the two of them were behaving was improper. Others said it must be Mrs. Fieldstone who halted the nuptials. After all, there were advantages to being a widow. Perhaps she did not wish to give them up.

So, when the footman announced that Elizabeth had arrived, Darcy was not surprised. He had been expecting her. She would be leaving from the house with both him and Georgiana. That is, if he could convince his sister to go to the ball at all.

Angry, he headed down to the sitting room where Elizabeth was waiting for him.

She was lovely in a pale blue dress that was trimmed in a bit of lace. She looked like a vision, and he got the sudden desire to go to her and begin unpinning her hair, spreading it all out over her shoulders so that he could touch it. He felt hot all over, and then cold.

Why had he signed off all claims to this woman’s body again? For the life of him, he couldn’t remember anymore.

He crossed the room, gathered her into his arms, and kissed her.

She was surprised, but she recovered and responded, opening her mouth to him.

He swept his tongue against hers, claiming her. She tasted so sweet. She was his, he knew that. There must be something about what they were to each other that transcended the awful labels that society had forced upon the two of them. He loved her. He adored her. Certainly, that meant something.

She sighed in his arms.

He felt as if his whole body was alight, even aflame. He wanted to kiss her everywhere. He wanted to pull her dress aside and plant kisses on her shoulders, and on the back of her neck, and…

Gasping, he pulled away from her.

“What was that for?” she panted, gazing at him hungrily.

“I…” He shook his head. “Forgive me. I don’t know what came over me.”

She took a step toward him.

He held up a hand. “Stop.” He laughed a little. “We have a ball to go to.”

She smiled. “We don’t have to go anywhere, Mr. Darcy.”

“Now you sound like Georgiana.

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