The Valentine Legacy by Catherine Coulter

Author:Catherine Coulter
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Romance, Regency, Fiction, Suspense, General
ISBN: 9781101214268
Publisher: Penguin
Published: 1996-09-01T00:32:25+00:00

She stood on her tiptoes, grabbed him, and pulled him hard against her. He laughed in her mouth. “Easy, easy, we’ve all the time in the world.”

“No, we don’t.”

“Perhaps you’re right.” He stuck out his hand and pulled the breakfast-room door shut behind her. He managed to turn the key in the lock. He wrapped his arms around her back and pivoted until he could see the table.

A lovely white linen cloth. All the dishes he could shove aside. He lifted her, never releasing her, never stopping his kissing, and carried her to the table. He eased her up onto her back, her legs hanging over the side, her feet to rest on the seat of her chair. He gently pushed her back, quickly shoving a plate of red mullet out of the way.

She was staring up at him, looking bemused and interested, that curiosity still lively in her eyes. “James, what are we going to do?”

“We’re going to be people, not horses.”

Now she looked a bit alarmed. “I’m lying on the table, James. There’s a bowl of Julienne soup beside my right elbow.”

He moved the soup bowl and the too-close plate of rolls. “That’s better. Now let me move this chair. Just let your legs hang down for the moment. Yes, that’s it.”

He moved between her legs, bent down, and kissed her some more. Immediately she brought her arms around his neck to pull him closer. “Let’s bring you down just a bit,” he said between wet, sharp kisses, grasped her hips in his hands, and brought her halfway off the table.

“Goodness, this is passing strange, James. I feel like—”

She didn’t finish. He pressed himself against her, and she flopped her hands to the table beside her as if he’d just shot and killed her.

“It’s just me, Jessie. No, don’t try to wriggle away from me. Just get used to the feel of me. Stay still.” He pressed in more closely. He closed his eyes, his fingers digging into her hips, raising her slightly. He could feel the heat of her. His fingers trembled and twitched. He wanted to touch her, to stroke her.

“Did you do that yesterday?”

“No, I didn’t do this yesterday. We were lunching on a rock, not a table. I don’t even remember yesterday.” He moaned when she arched a bit. “Wrap your legs around my waist, Jessie. No, don’t look at me as if I’ve lost my wits. Just trust me. That’s right, lock your ankles behind my back. Ah, that’s good.” Now he leaned over her and began kissing her again. Her wonderful gown buttoned up the front, the heavens be praised. He kept kissing her as he pulled each of those rotten little buttons out of its loop. Damnation, there had to be two hundred of them. He ran out of patience and ripped the last few free. He came up a bit over her and opened her gown. Maggie had struck again, he thought, both shocked and inordinately aroused by the sight

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