The Inheritance by Joan Johnston

Author:Joan Johnston [Johnston, Joan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 978-0-307-78951-8
Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
Published: 2011-03-16T04:00:00+00:00

13

The duke’s kisses consumed Daisy. She gloried in his touch, in the taste of him. She refused to think about the future. They had two weeks alone. She was determined to enjoy every moment of it. Her hand crept into his hair, and her mouth invited him to deepen his kiss. His mouth ravaged hers, and she surrendered to his invasion.

It was Nicholas who finally brought things to a halt.

“We have to stop this,” he said, his breathing labored.

Daisy reached mindlessly for his mouth, slipping her tongue between his lips.

Nicholas was so surprised by Daisy’s kiss that he let the passion drag him back under. He had his hand on her naked breast, lifting it so he could suckle her, when he realized what he was doing. He didn’t want to bed her for the first time in a moving carriage. There wasn’t space to do everything he wanted to do. He lifted his head and looked into her face and realized she was going to be upset when he stopped. But stop they must.

“Daisy,” he murmured against her ear.

She arched against him, and he groaned as his body tightened with need.

“Please, sweetheart, we have to stop.”

“Nicholas?” She was dazed, her eyes heavy-lidded, her lashes creating coal crescents on her cheeks. Her mouth was swollen pink and damp from his kisses.

He resisted the urge to suck on her lower lip. Instead he began to tug her clothes back into some semblance of order. “This isn’t the way I want us to make love the first time.”

“Oh.”

As Daisy regained her senses, embarrassment set in. Nicholas did his best to ease things for her, as he quietly and calmly—as calmly as a man with aching loins could—settled her back onto the seat across from him. His hands were shaking, and he stuck them in his pockets to keep from reaching for her again. He shifted, trying to get more comfortable, and realized he wasn’t going to be content until he had eased himself inside her. Fortunately, they would be stopping soon.

“Fix your hair.” Nicholas cursed himself for his abruptness. It was just that the sight of all those copper curls made his hands itch.

She didn’t say anything, just sniffed and did her best, with the few pins she could find on the seats and the few he found for her on the floor of the carriage, to bring her hair under control.

When Daisy was finished, she checked herself one last time and sat back primly in the seat. “How do I look?” she asked.

Nicholas took the time to admire her naked throat and shoulders and the swell of bosom that rose from her dress. She looked a little disheveled. Her skin was flushed, and her eyes sparkled. She looked like some man had made passionate love to her. “You look exactly like a bride ought to look,” he said as an unholy grin split his face.

“What’s so funny?” Daisy asked in a sharp voice. She checked her clothing and hair again, but could find nothing amiss.

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