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Chapter Fourteen You re going to Bow Street today, aren t you? Lottie asked, cradling a cup of tea in her hands as she watched Nick devour a large plate of eggs, fruit, and currant bread. Nick glanced at her with a deliberately bland smile. Why do you ask? Since they had returned from Worcestershire three days earlier, he had met with bankers, hired an estate agent, visited his tailor, and spent an afternoon at Tom s coffeehouse with friends. For all Lottie knew, today would proceed in much the same manner but somehow her intuition had led her to suspect otherwise. Because you have a certain look in your eyes whenever you go to meet Sir Grant or anyone else at Bow Street. Nick could not help grinning at his wife s suspicious expression. She had the instincts and the tenacity of a rat terrier and he considered that a compliment, though she would probably not. As it happens, I m not going to Bow Street, he said mildly. It was the truth, although only in the most technical sense. I m just going to visit a friend. Eddie Sayer. I ve told you about him before, remember? Yes, he s one of the runners. Lottie s eyes narrowed above the delicate edge of her teacup. What are the two of you planning? You re not going to do something dangerous, are you? Her voice contained an edge of apprehension, and her gaze swept over him with a possessive concern that made his heart knock hard in his chest. Nick struggled to understand what those signs meant. It almost seemed as if she was worried for him, that his safety mattered to her. She had never looked at him that way before, and he was not certain how to react. Carefully he reached out and pulled her from the chair, settling her on his lap. Nothing dangerous at all, Page 153 Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html he said against the softness of her cheek. Intoxicated by the taste of her skin, he worked his way to her ear and touched the delicate lobe with the tip of his tongue. I would hardly risk coming home to you in less than full working order. Lottie squirmed in his lap, and the movement drew a surge of heat to his loins. Where are you and Mr. Sayer going to meet? she persisted. Ignoring the question, Nick ran his hand over the bodice of her morning dress, made of a soft white fabric printed with tiny flowers and leaves. The scooped neckline revealed the tender line of her throat, presenting a temptation too potent to resist. Lowering his mouth to her neck, he kissed her sweet, downy skin, while his hand stole beneath the rustling layers of her skirts. You re not going to distract me that way, Lottie told him, but he heard the hitch of her breath when he found the smooth reach of her thigh. He made a discovery that sent a wash of sexual interest through his body, his cock rising vigorously against the shape of her bottom. You re not wearing drawers, he murmured, his hand wandering avidly over her bare limbs. It s too hot today, she said breathlessly, wiggling to evade him, pushing ineffectually at the mound of his hand beneath her dress. I most certainly didnot discard them for your benefit, and& Nick, stop that. The maid is going to come in at any moment. Then I ll have to be fast. You renever fast. Nick& oh& Her body curled against his as he reached the patch of hair between her thighs, the sweet cleft already rich with moisture as her well-tutored body responded to his touch. I m going to do this to you next week at the Markenfields ball, he said softly, running his thumb along the humid seam of her sex. I m going to take you to some private corner& and pull up the front of your dress, and stroke and tease you until you come. No, she protested faintly, her eyes closing as she felt his long middle finger slide inside her. Oh, yes. Nick withdrew his wet finger and ruthlessly tickled the softly straining crest until he felt her body tensing rhythmically in his lap. I ll keep you quiet with my mouth, he whispered. And I ll be [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ] |
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