The Taming of Lord Scrooge by Renee Ann Miller

Author:Renee Ann Miller
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Zebra Books
Published: 2019-11-17T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seven

As Julien pressed his lips to hers, Eve attempted to drown out her mother’s voice, echoing in her head, along with her own thoughts that this was a grave mistake. The rational part of her brain realized she was doing exactly what she’d done ten years ago, dallying with Julien when he would never choose her for his wife. They lived in two different worlds, separated by a chasm of social standing that seemed as wide as the English Channel.

When Julien married, it would be to a nobleman’s daughter, not a woman whose father had been a physician. All she would get from this relationship was physical pleasure.

Already, tingles flooded her body as his mouth coaxed hers open. His tongue tangled with hers. He tasted like chocolate and longing.

She slid her tongue against his in the way he’d taught her all those years ago.

He made a noise of approval—a deep, primal growl. His hand on her back slid downward to cup her bottom and pulled her body closer to his.

The hard length of his arousal pressed against her.

When seventeen years old, Eve had known desire but hadn’t understood exactly what could transpire between a man and a woman—the overpowering need that clawed until sated. She was not that naïve girl anymore. The knowledge of what a man and woman could share made her even more aware of the slickness growing between her legs.

Julien’s hands glided over her body—gently touching and molding. Not in a frantic way, but slowly, like a blind man trying to form a picture in his head and save it to memory. His mouth trailed a path down her neck. The hairs on her nape stood on end, and she tipped her head back as the edge of his teeth scratched the tender skin before his lips met hers again.

His touch became firmer. One large hand slid up her ribs to palm her breast.

Her nipples pebbled. She moaned against his lips.

Julien’s mouth shifted to her ear, while his hand continued the exquisite pressure against her breast. “You like that, Evie?”

She wanted to laugh. If he slipped a hand between her legs and felt how wet she was, he’d realize how much she liked it.

Footsteps sounded in the entry hall.

Goodness. Mrs. Campbell. As if smacked in the face by a snowball, Eve jerked back and frantically straightened her dress.

The housekeeper stepped into the parlor. Her gaze shifted from Eve to Julien. Did she know what had been going on? Eve’s lips felt thicker than normal. Her face hot. Her breathing uneven.

Did Julien look the same? Don’t look. Don’t act guilty. “Yes, Mrs. Campbell?”

“Sorry, I-I didn’t mean…I just wanted to thank Lord Dartmore for the Italian hot chocolate.” The woman’s flustered composure and stuttered words relayed she knew exactly what had transpired before she’d stepped into the room.

“You’re welcome, madam. The least I could do since you’ve allowed me the use of your husband’s regimental outfit.” Julien’s voice sounded unflustered, completely composed.

Of course he was calm. If the

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