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footman, took a sip of the wine and caught Salvatore’s stare.
She finished the wine, set the glass down and focused all her attention on the plate before her.
*****
Nicolette ignored Salvatore the rest of the night.
Looking gorgeous in a forest green gown, and wearing long white gloves, she looked the epitome of a princess. Having finished off another glass of wine, she licked her lips.
A stirring began in the pit of Salvatore’s stomach, growing outward as he remembered vividly the feel of those full lips under his, the velvety softness of her tongue, and the way she pressed her curvaceous body against him. When she had moaned and shifted her hips against him, it had very nearly been his undoing. She had been so wet for him, her hot, tight channel pulsing, drawing his finger in deeper.
Dear god, how had he allowed this to happen? How could he have gone so far with her? Now they could never return to how they once were. He had ruined everything.
Perhaps once they left Kedgwick Manor, the two of them could forget all that had happened here.
Liar! He could no more forget the feel of her body against his, the taste of her lips, the feel of her soft womanly curls against his palm as he stroked her, than he could quit breathing.
Even now he wanted her with a ferocity that terrified him. He cursed under his breath. She would seduce Darian, lead him to ruin, then they would leave, perhaps visit Greece for an extended time. Nicolette loved it in his mother’s homeland, safe above the ocean in their own little rented villa, going swimming...sightseeing.
Dinner ended, and Salvatore stared at his half-full plate. What was happening to him? He had all but lost his appetite of late. It must be staying in this old tomb of a home, a constant reminder of the father who despised him that made him so restless.
You must never forget what he did to us. His mother’s words to him on her deathbed burned within him, making him put aside all his romantic notions in regard to Nicolette. By week’s end they would leave this place and never look back.
Darian slipped out the back door, and Nicolette stayed with the Viscount for a few minutes before making her way out the opposite door. The countess was busy speaking with Elizabeth and a group of women, who laughed gaily, completely oblivious to the liaison happening right beneath their noses.
Salvatore walked toward the door Nicolette had departed and stepped out onto the veranda. The wind had kicked up, and he welcomed the breeze. He caught sight of someone entering the labyrinth and he started to follow but then stopped. What was he doing? He had to allow what was going to happen, to happen. He had asked for this. He had all but told her what to do, and now he must give her space.
With a heavy heart, he headed to his room, not stopping by the table where a group of men had joined to play cards. He had never felt part of the aristocracy, and had always disdained the men who did nothing for a living, save stroll through life on their ancestors’ money and titles passed on to them. They had nothing in common with a man who had grown up on the streets of London, who knew what it was to want so badly that it consumed you.
He took the steps two at time, not stopping when the widow called out his name.
*****
Nicolette entered the labyrinth, her heart pounding loudly in her ears with every step that took her deeper into the maze. She had an uneasy feeling. No one had followed her, and the night grew colder by the second.
She was ready to turn back when a hand snaked out and grabbed her. She gasped, but it was cut short as Darian’s mouth came down upon hers. Darian groaned low in his throat as he pulled her tight to him, his mouth slanting against hers, his teeth pressing hard into her upper lip.
She winced from the pain, once again comparing the kiss with the one she’d shared earlier with Salvatore.
“I must have you,” Darian said, pulling up her gown with both
She finished the wine, set the glass down and focused all her attention on the plate before her.
*****
Nicolette ignored Salvatore the rest of the night.
Looking gorgeous in a forest green gown, and wearing long white gloves, she looked the epitome of a princess. Having finished off another glass of wine, she licked her lips.
A stirring began in the pit of Salvatore’s stomach, growing outward as he remembered vividly the feel of those full lips under his, the velvety softness of her tongue, and the way she pressed her curvaceous body against him. When she had moaned and shifted her hips against him, it had very nearly been his undoing. She had been so wet for him, her hot, tight channel pulsing, drawing his finger in deeper.
Dear god, how had he allowed this to happen? How could he have gone so far with her? Now they could never return to how they once were. He had ruined everything.
Perhaps once they left Kedgwick Manor, the two of them could forget all that had happened here.
Liar! He could no more forget the feel of her body against his, the taste of her lips, the feel of her soft womanly curls against his palm as he stroked her, than he could quit breathing.
Even now he wanted her with a ferocity that terrified him. He cursed under his breath. She would seduce Darian, lead him to ruin, then they would leave, perhaps visit Greece for an extended time. Nicolette loved it in his mother’s homeland, safe above the ocean in their own little rented villa, going swimming...sightseeing.
Dinner ended, and Salvatore stared at his half-full plate. What was happening to him? He had all but lost his appetite of late. It must be staying in this old tomb of a home, a constant reminder of the father who despised him that made him so restless.
You must never forget what he did to us. His mother’s words to him on her deathbed burned within him, making him put aside all his romantic notions in regard to Nicolette. By week’s end they would leave this place and never look back.
Darian slipped out the back door, and Nicolette stayed with the Viscount for a few minutes before making her way out the opposite door. The countess was busy speaking with Elizabeth and a group of women, who laughed gaily, completely oblivious to the liaison happening right beneath their noses.
Salvatore walked toward the door Nicolette had departed and stepped out onto the veranda. The wind had kicked up, and he welcomed the breeze. He caught sight of someone entering the labyrinth and he started to follow but then stopped. What was he doing? He had to allow what was going to happen, to happen. He had asked for this. He had all but told her what to do, and now he must give her space.
With a heavy heart, he headed to his room, not stopping by the table where a group of men had joined to play cards. He had never felt part of the aristocracy, and had always disdained the men who did nothing for a living, save stroll through life on their ancestors’ money and titles passed on to them. They had nothing in common with a man who had grown up on the streets of London, who knew what it was to want so badly that it consumed you.
He took the steps two at time, not stopping when the widow called out his name.
*****
Nicolette entered the labyrinth, her heart pounding loudly in her ears with every step that took her deeper into the maze. She had an uneasy feeling. No one had followed her, and the night grew colder by the second.
She was ready to turn back when a hand snaked out and grabbed her. She gasped, but it was cut short as Darian’s mouth came down upon hers. Darian groaned low in his throat as he pulled her tight to him, his mouth slanting against hers, his teeth pressing hard into her upper lip.
She winced from the pain, once again comparing the kiss with the one she’d shared earlier with Salvatore.
“I must have you,” Darian said, pulling up her gown with both
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