Naked Nobility - 05 - The Naked Baron by Sally MacKenzie

Author:Sally MacKenzie
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Historical Fiction
Publisher: Kensington
Published: 2009-06-09T03:00:00+00:00

Lady Grace, I hope you are enjoying London. As you know, I do not see the attraction besides the periodic meetings of the Horticultural Society. Mother and Father send their regards.

Your obedient servant,

John Parker-Roth

Bah! She wadded the paper up once more and threw it on the ground. Such passion! If she were an exotic rose, now, or a…a…oh, damnation. She didn’t even know a proper plant, but if she were an unusual bit of greenery, John would be in raptures. Common, boring, known-her-forever Lady Grace Belmont, however, certainly couldn’t get his heart to race.

Well, she very much doubted he could get her heart to race, not like Baron Dawson could. It was racing now, just thinking of their heated encounter in the park.

She pressed her hands to her cheeks. What had she been thinking, to allow the man such intimacies? It was completely shocking—but it had felt completely right.

Was Lord Dawson a wizard? She had never before experienced the urge to get so close to a man, to touch him or be touched by him.

Most males were slightly repulsive. She’d discovered that as soon as she’d grown from girlhood—as soon as she’d grown breasts. That was when every male of her acquaintance had become incapable of directing his attention to her face. John had been one of the least afflicted; she had caught him studying her chest surreptitiously, but at least he’d had the courtesy to look her in the eye when he spoke to her.

But Lord Dawson was different. Oh, he noticed her breasts, all right—and, they, to her extreme mortification, noticed him. They felt swollen and sensitive now, just thinking about him. As if they would gladly leap from her stays…

She was losing her mind. Or perhaps the man had put a spell on her. Why else would she be wondering how his hands would feel on her naked skin? What sensations his mouth, his tongue, his teeth would evoke if they encountered her nipples, which were now hard, pointed, and aching.

She pressed her hands against her bodice.

She should be incapable of imagining such bizarre activities, and yet, here she was, in the Oxbury garden, imagining all kinds of salacious things and causing various areas of her body to throb. If only Lord Dawson were here—

No! Having Lord Dawson here would be a disaster. Her malady was all his fault.

She bent over to pick up her discarded letter.

At least the baron didn’t focus solely on her breasts. Oh, no. She could still feel the imprint of his hands on her derriere, the heat of his mouth on her lips, the wet fullness of his tongue…

Heavens, she was panting! She had to get control of her thoughts. She needed to lock this new hoydenish side of herself away for good; prim and proper, that’s what she should be.

She smoothed out the letter and looked at John’s addendum once more. There wasn’t a single thing in it to make anything but her head throb.

Lord Dawson had mentioned marriage, more than once.

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