A tiny sound of frustration, and her hands attempted to guide his head back to where it had lain. But Nicholas had other plans. Slowly, deliberately, he traced a line of tiny butterfly kisses beneath each breast then dipped lower, getting down on to his knees to follow the central line of her stomach, down across the soft plain of her abdomen.
‘Nicholas!’ Her eyes opened wide and round.
The green gaze found hers, and lingered with ardent intensity while his lips slid lower over the smooth silk of her skin towards that most secret of places.
Her legs trembled as his tongue tasted her sweetness and his hands, which had been steering her hips so expertly, gently lifted her and lowered her on to the bed.
He raised his head to hers, their eyes never leaving each other’s for a moment, even when their lips met in honeyed reunion. His long, toned body covered hers, the tight muscles rippling beneath the sheen of sweat that drenched his skin.
Naked and hot, their bodies entwined beneath the silver glow of the moonlight. There was no need for covers, the heat of their passion scorched all that it touched. His low murmurs of encouragement caused her breath to come in short pants. She rose against him, unwittingly rubbing the tip of his heated desire. His fingers caressed her hidden moistness, sliding in sensual circles while his kisses played upon the soft whiteness of her inner thighs. Beneath the laboured breaths he felt the urgency of her need.
‘Nicholas.’ Her arms pulled him closer, until their skin slid together with the moisture of passion. Her lips trembled beneath his, heavy lids shuttered over eyes in which the pupils were huge and dilated.
He moved to take her then, thrusting once into the heat of her molten core.
A sharp intake of air. The grey eyes opened, stared up into his, searching.
He held still. And then his mouth found hers and indulged in slow deep sensual passion. Between those sweet swollen lips his tongue lingered, then lunged in a steady rhythm until he felt her tension loosen. He felt the first tentative wriggle of her hips, and a deep sensuous smile curved to his mouth. When those slender fingers wove a pattern of delight upon the firm muscle of his buttocks he could wait no longer. His muscles tensed to spiral them both into an ecstasy of oblivion for the first of many times that night.
Sunlight flooded the breakfast room. The Viscountess of Ravensmede smiled up at the tall handsome man by her side.
‘You should not have risen so early,’ he chided. ‘I would not have you tired for tonight.’ His eyes darkened with simmering desire, as he stared down into the face that he loved so well.
She laughed and, for Nicholas, it lit up the room brighter than any sunshine ever could. ‘I promise that I shall not be tired, but what of you, dear heart? I would not want to wear you out,’ and her voice held a husky teasing edge. The blush rose in her cheeks at the boldness of her words.
‘Minx!’ he chuckled. ‘At this rate it won’t be long before we’re able to fulfil young Maggie’s expectation of us becoming the ma and the pa!’
‘A child of our own,’ she said wondrously.
‘Children,’ he corrected. ‘I don’t mean to let you off that easily.’ Drawing her to him, he placed a tender kiss upon her lips. His dark glossy hair mixed with the rich red-brown ringlets dancing temptingly at the sides of her beautiful face. He moved back to stare into her eyes, eyes that were of a serene silver coloration. ‘I love you, Kathryn Marchant!’ he declared with passion and kissed her again, mindful not to spoil the arrangement of her new and highly fashionable lemon silk dress. What was once a dream was now reality.
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Table of Contents
Cover
About the Author
Title Page
The Captain’s Lady
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Mistaken Mistress
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Copyright
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