The Spare by Carolyn Jewel

Author:Carolyn Jewel [Jewel, Carolyn]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: General, Fiction, Historical, Romance, Love Stories, Romantic Suspense Fiction, Inheritance and Succession, Murder, Adult, Regency, Historical Fiction, Amnesia
ISBN: 9780843953091
Google: iFwHAAAACAAJ
Amazon: 0843953098
Publisher: Leisure Books
Published: 2004-01-02T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Sixteen

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Sebastian started in full possession of his faculties, aware of what he was doing but enjoying it too much to question the wisdom of kissing her. He wanted to kiss her, so he did. He was. He had no difficulty clearly and precisely carrying out the process, no matter what he thought he saw in the shadows. At first he had just a taste of her mouth, for she barely parted her lips. A kiss charmingly unschooled, which meant, besides surprising her, she hadn't done much kissing before. He pulled back. She looked bemused.

"Your eyes aren't a proper color," he said. "Women with red hair ought to have green eyes. Yours are brown and not even a proper brown at that."

"I'll remedy that. Just as soon as I can."

"You've only one or two gowns, and I daresay that pitiful thing is your only shawl. Look at this," he said in a low voice, reaching for a fraying edge. "How many times have you mended this? A dozen? Several dozen?" His fingertips hovered above the rise of her chest.

"There is no help for it, my Lord."

He trapped her chin between his thumb and fingers, forcing her to look at him, staring into her face and at her mouth. "I never make love to women as small as you." He sounded raw, and he really didn't care. "My tastes, such as they are, run more to Diana's sort. Prettier than you. Taller. More substantial. I need a woman I'm not afraid to break in the depths of passion. I need a woman who gives back in full measure." He ached. He positively ached. "And yet, Miss Willow, I find myself constantly thinking you are a very pretty woman."

She frowned, and he tightened his hands on her.

"Your eyes— A man could sail into them fathoms deep." He studied her as if he could deconstruct her by force of will. "A man might decide your figure is your best feature, or perhaps your mouth. But I find myself inclined to believe your eyes hold first rank among your many charms. No wonder James wants you."

The wall against his back made a convenient prop. Leaning against it, he caught at her lips with his. She gasped into his mouth. Whether the cause was outrage or shock or passion, he took advantage. He was a scrupulous man when it came to women in whom some other man had an interest. He wasn't so far gone over her that he didn't consider the priority of James's claim or Hew Willow's intentions; he just let the thoughts flit through his head and off to freedom from morals.

He put his hands on either side of her waist, pulling her against him, thumbs just at her hips. His tongue bridged the gap between her lips. Tightness took hold in his belly because she didn't deny his mouth. Indeed, no. Her chin angled toward him so he did not have to bend quite so far, and her fingertips balanced on his biceps.

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