Pride & Passion by Charlotte Featherstone

Author:Charlotte Featherstone
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: HQN
Published: 2011-06-19T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

“YOU WILL NEVER believe the news!”

Lucy glanced up from the copper-colored satin that was piled on the worktable before her. It was early morning, and she had not slept a wink since Sussex had driven her home. What an uncomfortable situation that had been. Both had sat in the darkness of the carriage, silent, gazing out the window, wondering what should be said to the other. In mute agreement, they had decided that no words were necessary. For Lucy, she was still suffering from the effects of what Sussex had informed her was la petite morte. The little death. An apt analogy, for she had felt as though she was dying—the most pleasurable, earth-shattering death a soul could hope for—and it was all courtesy of the Duke of Sussex!

The sound of the chamber door opening and closing thankfully pulled her from reliving those moments in Sussex’s house, and the brazen and shocking way she had so easily fallen for his touch, and his lips, and the way he had looked pleasuring her. She still trembled even just thinking of the way those black lashes caused shadowed crescents over his cheeks, not to mention how perfect it had felt to watch him, and feel the tiny movements in his body, the way his muscles trembled and flickered. She still hadn’t the strength to think about the events against the wall!

“Issy,” she remarked in surprise. “What are you doing here at this time of the morning?”

Isabella glanced at the wrapper Lucy was wearing. “Is that another creation? My goodness, all that lace—stunning!”

She pulled the wrapper a bit tighter around her modest bosom, her nipples still feeling slightly tender from the duke’s ravaging lips and tongue. Frowning at the answering echo in her belly at the memory of his grace’s exceptionally talented mouth, Lucy glanced out the window, then at the clock. “Issy, is something wrong? It’s barely ten in the morning!”

“Of course not, silly.” Her cousin breezed into the small salon that she used to sew her gowns and also where she kept her collection of dolls and dollhouses. “Oh, what a gorgeous color, such a beautiful burnished gold, and that black lace—how are you going to use it? As a flounce?”

“On the sleeve,” she murmured, perplexed. “Really, Issy, you’re making me uneasy. What are you doing here so early? Not that you’re not welcome, but…but…”

“Yes, I know, Black has a terrible habit of keeping me in bed till noon, but today is different.”

Lucy watched as her cousin pulled a side chair over to the worktable. Plopping herself down, Isabella began sorting through the assorted fabrics Lucy was using. “What will this gown be for, hmm?”

“Issy, what the devil is wrong?” Sudden suspicion rose in her mind. “Does Black know you’re here?”

“Goodness, why does my husband need to know that I’ve made an early call? I have my own mind, Lucy—I haven’t quite given it over to my husband, yet.”

“He’ll worry if he awakes to find you’ve left without telling him.”

Issy waved away her concern.

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