Her hips squirmed as her mind swam up from the depths. “Nich…o…las?” Awareness returned with crystalline clarity. She arched forward, her quavering stomach muscles aiding the effort.
“Nicholas!” A tiny wail emerged when Isabella’s outstretched fingers encountered his broad shoulders and she determined what he was about.
Horrors!
Wicked, wonderful horrors!
She immediately flopped back onto the bed, even as her hips lifted higher into his mouth. “Oh heavens! A poxed fox on you—you cannot kiss me there!”
Her lower body disagreed, happily, horridly, flailing again of its own accord against his mouth.
After delivering the most astonishingly intimate kiss yet, he lifted his head to ask, “Are you still nervous? Even the tiniest bit?”
Was she? Startled and disconcerted, yes. Nervous? “Nooooo…”
“Pleased?”
“Beyond expectation?” She answered as though it was a question. Then sought to remedy that. “Deliriously so.”
His agile tongue licked slowly up one side of her sensitized folds and back down the other. Another shudder tore through her. “Ever been to the beach? Visited the ocean?”
“Ah…nay.” Now that was odd. She’d pictured it so very clearly.
His tongue delved around intimate places too wondrously wicked to name. She caught her breasts up in each hand, pinching the hardened peaks the way his teeth had earlier.
“Fascinating,” he mused. “Want to go?” And still his naughty kisses continued.
“With you?” She sighed. Naughty or not, everything he did felt sooooo devilishly splendid. “I’ll go anywhere.”
“That’s what I wanted to hear.” His voice smiled again and he climbed up her body. “I do believe it’s time I took us both to heaven. Hold on, sweetheart, you might see sparks again. I know I shall.”
A second’s fumbling and his shaft was indeed nudging for entry. Entry her body greedily offered, having an inkling of what was in store.
Once nestled in place, Nicholas pushed inside slowly and Isabella felt new and different muscles shifting to receive him.
“All the way now…” he murmured before pressing deep, pausing at the last remaining resistance to brace his elbows beside her shoulders. He cupped her face within his palms. “I love you, Issybelle. Thank you for bringing me sunshine and hope.”
Then he forged inside the rest of the way, his body filling hers so completely she did see stars, even caught a few on the way down when deep into the night, he told her of the constellations spinning outside their window, painted pictures of the beach they’d visit and the life they’d have, romping with their children over Frostwood Hall and beyond.
And through it all—the gentle washing he administered afterward, the repast of bread and wine, the laughing battle fought with berries upon the giant bed, Isabella saw a man who loved her dearly. And always would.
Author’s Note
Though the disorder wasn’t recognized during Regency England, Isabella exhibits an aggressive form of retinitis pigmentosa, the term assigned to a collection of degenerative eye diseases. It wasn’t until the 1850s when a Dutch ophthalmologist coined the name. RP is hereditary and affects one in 3500+ people worldwide. Fortunately for our heroine, she has a thoughtful—and hunky—hero at her side! >^..^<
Interestingly, the popular tavern the men visit for that beefsteak and ale—Offley’s—was just down the street from another noteworthy location…No. 10 Henrietta Street. A certain woman lived there during the time of our story—an authoress many have heard of. One Miss Jane Austen.
About Author Larissa Lyons
Larissa writes spicy regencies (though some are hotter than others) and always likes her books to leave readers with a smile. With a penchant for rowdy, roaring rogues, she’s happiest when composing stories about strong men with a weakness for the right woman.
She loves cats, chocolate, and her husband—though not necessarily in that order (homemade brownies rank in there somewhere, as do James Bond films). She’s been a clown, a tax analyst, and a pig castrator >^..^<, but none of those endeavors satisfy quite like putting pen to paper and seeing her stories come to life.
Learn more by visiting LarissaLyons.com.
Larissa’s Other Regency Titles
Lady Scandal
“Lady Scandal is labeled a fun and sexy Regency romance and it doesn’t disappoint. It is shockingly humorous and the plot and dialogue is quite outside the ordinary. It’s a wicked good way to spend a Sunday afternoon and I’m looking forward to the next installment.” –Lulu Burroughs, online review
Golden Nib Award Winner! “I can’t praise this book enough. Regency fans, if you like gorgeous wit in with your devilishly superb, well written, sexy reading matter, Lady Scandal should be on your ‘Must Read’ list.” –Natalie, Miz Love & Crew Love's Books
Deceived by Desire
“This deliciously wicked Regency romp is an irresistible tale that weaves shapeshifting lions with clairvoyance and steamy sex…an ingeniously constructed plot…Laced with wit, scandal and true love, it’s a wonderfully entertaining escape.” 4 ½ Stars –Romantic Times
More REGENCY ROMANCE Coming Soon
Mistress by Morning
Available in early 2013
At 109,000 words, Mistress by Morning is a full-length Regency-styled historical romance full of emotion, humor and sexy romps.
Recently widowed, increasingly poor, Thea’s been reduced to sharing her rented room with rodents and arguing over every morsel (the mice usually win). So when a friend suggests an alliance of the most intimate sort, Thea’s reluctantly intrigued. Might a man in want of a mistress lift her skirts more than once a month? And with more enthusiasm than her late husband ever showed? But given her lackluster marriage, Thea doubts her ability to satisfy, much less entice, an experienced man.
Lord Tremayne has a problem. He stammers like a fool—at least that’s what his father’s constant criticism and punishing hand taught him. So Daniel learned to hide his troubles, speaking as little as possible and getting by with only a few close friends. But his well-fought privacy is all for naught when he goes looking for a new mistress and finds a delightful young woman who makes him, of all people, want to spout poetry. He thought he had a problem before? Avoiding meaningless dinner prattle was nothing compared to the challenge of winning the heart of his new lady lust.
**This sexy story is peppered with salty slang from the Regency period. Bon appétit!**
Larissa’s Spicy Short Stories
Table of Contents
Chapter One ~ The Festivities Begin…
Chapter Two ~ A Festive Search
Chapter Three ~ A Festive Berry Comes to Hand
Chapter Four ~ A Festive Berry Changes Hand
Chapter Five ~ A Dreary Morning Made Festive
Chapter Six ~ A Slew of Festive Berries
Chapter Seven ~ Isabella—gasp!—Rejects a Festive Offer
Chapter Eight ~ Nicholas Commands a Festive Ending
Chapter Nine ~ The Festivities Take an Intimate Turn
Author’s Note
About Author Larissa Lyons
Larissa’s Other Regency Titles
Larissa’s Spicy Short Stories
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