Diamond in the Rogue by Wendy LaCapra

Author:Wendy LaCapra
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Two-Hour Romance Short Reads; Women's Action & Adventure Fiction; Historical Regency Fiction; Historical British Fiction; Historical Romances; Women's Historical Fiction; Lords of Chance series; Road Trip Romance, Brother's friend, Rogue reformed; best friends little sister romance; Scandalous; Wendy LaCapra; Series Romance; Popular Romance; Entangled Publishing; Earl; Lord; forced relationship; stolen kiss; revenge;
Publisher: Entangled Publishing, LLC
Published: 2019-10-17T07:04:42+00:00

Chapter Eleven

Rayne closed his eyes. His lips pinched. His brow tightened. Then, his cheeks went taut, as if he’d sucked them in between his clenched teeth. On the whole, his expression screamed guilt.

A moment more, and he’d convince himself he must go.

A moment more, and he’d be lost to her, possibly forever.

“Show me how,” she urged. “I want to be with you. Please.”

His lids lifted, and she flew through the bright blue skies in his gaze, skies that concealed his thoughts the same way daylight concealed universes, the night-visible points of fire that stretched into infinity.

“Steal your innocence?” His voice nipped with multifaceted, mystifying edges. “Guarantee neither of us will ever be the same again?”

“You can’t steal what I freely give.” She would revel in any world his touch could bring into existence. “As for never being the same…I changed the moment we met. ‘At your service,’ you said.” She wet her lips. “I expect you to deliver, now.”

With a growl, he scooped her into his arms. His chest spanned most of her body, so she wrapped her arm around the back of his neck.

Hold on. Just hold on.

His swift stride made the fabric walls flutter. She bounced as he dropped her unceremoniously onto the mattress. He stared down, his expression enigmatic and slightly malevolent.

If he thought towering over her while naked, damp, and erect would frighten her into negating her demand, he was very much mistaken.

She’d heard his warnings.

She wanted him still.

He was breathtaking. A fiery bundle of contradictions. Large with long-limbed, sinewy, elegant strength. She wanted his weight. She wanted his everything.

She swung her knees over the side of the bed and sat up.

“Kiss me, Rayne.” She felt like she was forever asking.

He placed his fists on either side of her thighs. “Where?”

The answer seemed obvious.

And then it didn’t.

She pointed to a place just beneath her ear.

With a rough, carnal sigh, he bent as if to kiss her cheek, but, instead, his lips grazed the sensitive skin just beyond her jaw’s edge. He lingered, exuding hot, humid air. His breath scattered pebbles of sensitivity over her cheeks, her throat, and her shoulder.

She closed her eyes and rolled her neck to the side, offering him a wider expanse.

For once, he obliged.

His mouth traveled down, feathering wispy kisses as he explored—each point of contact sweeping sensation all the way to her womb.

Fullness that felt like fear pressured her lungs and weighted her breasts. He traced her collarbone to the hollow of her throat and flicked his tongue into the valley before suckling against the skin.

Too much.

Tears boated above her bottom lids.

Silly to fear.

No matter how much sensation he roused, she wasn’t going to burst. Death by administration of neck kisses wasn’t done. Impossible, in fact. Probably. She would have heard of such a thing. Then again, she’d never heard a man’s member called a cock before the other day, had she?

“Do you really like this dress?” His murmur tremored against her skin.

“The style, yes. The dress, not particularly. Why?”

He ripped the tie straight away and peeled back the linen, trapping her arms within her sleeves.

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