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on the roof to signal the driver to move.
“My lord, I don’t think it’s proper for you to sit so close to me.”
“As I reminded you this afternoon, Anne, I don’t do proper . Now would you please give me your hand? I should like very much to hold it.” He demanded this so gruffly she was torn between refusing him flat out and laughing at his audacity.
“If you think I’ll just give you any part of my body when you are in such a foul mood, you are gravely mistaken.” Anne scooted as far away as possible, but Cedric soon crowded her.
He threw up an arm in front of her, resting his palm flat on the wall next to her head, trapping her in the cage of his body. Anne’s pulse raced as Cedric’s face drew close to hers. His vacant brown eyes seemed so cold that she couldn’t repress the shiver they drew from her.
“I should not have snapped at you,” he said quietly, his warm breath fanning her face.
“Are you apologizing then?”
“It is as close to one as you will get. Now, give me your hand . Do not make me ask again or I shall simply do as I wish without asking permission.”
“Why?” Anne dared to ask. Her breath hitched as he sought her left arm. Finding it, he slid his rough grip down to her wrist and pulled her hand into his lap.
“I should like to hold it, that is all. Surely you would permit such a chaste desire from your future husband?” He flashed a mocking smile in her direction as he surrounded her hand with both of his.
“Relax, Anne,” he said calmly.
After a long minute she did, not even realizing she’d been so tense before. They rode in silence, listening to the clatter of the coach on the cobblestones before Cedric slid her glove off and began to stroke her hand. He drew long, lazy patterns on her bare skin and then turned her hand over to explore her palm, tracing her lifelines to the rapid pulse of the underside of her wrist. Then he did something she had not expected.
He raised her hand up and pressed his lips to her wrist. Anne watched in fascination as he flicked his tongue against her skin, his lips curving into an unconscious smile, the way one does when tasting something unexpectedly sweet and the pleasure of it catches the taster off guard.
Cedric then took one of her fingers into his mouth, sucking it between his lips. Anne held in a whimper at the sudden flush of heat and the aching throb that came from within. The feel of his mouth hot and wet around her finger did something to her. Her tongue moved out to wet her lips just as Cedric’s tongue circled her finger, teasing it, caressing it, and then he lightly nipped her.
“Oh!” Anne tried to jerk her hand back into her lap, but he did not let her go. Instead, he pulled her against him, his other arm banding around her waist.
“Ask me… Ask me to kiss you.” He dipped his head with exquisite slowness.
When his nose brushed hers, his lips followed, sweeping against her slightly parted lips. “Ask me to end your resistance. Let me inside you.”
Had Anne been thinking clearly she might have realized he meant more than something physical. But her mind was focused on the more literal images his words conjured. Cedric rising above her, propping himself on his arms as he buried himself deep between her legs. To her surprise the image was not as unwelcome as she feared it might be.
Her silence was answer enough. Cedric pushed her away from him so roughly that she fell back onto their shared seat with a startled gasp. For an instant she saw rage, disappointment and despair on his face before he schooled his features back into that ever mocking self-assurance. Cedric had let her retreat, but Anne worried that the smug look on his face promised future moments where she would not be allowed to do so.
His arrogance angered her. She wanted to scream, to hit him, to leave the coach and go home, but she squared her shoulders and said nothing. It was the only way she could show him that he hadn’t affected her.
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“My lord, I don’t think it’s proper for you to sit so close to me.”
“As I reminded you this afternoon, Anne, I don’t do proper . Now would you please give me your hand? I should like very much to hold it.” He demanded this so gruffly she was torn between refusing him flat out and laughing at his audacity.
“If you think I’ll just give you any part of my body when you are in such a foul mood, you are gravely mistaken.” Anne scooted as far away as possible, but Cedric soon crowded her.
He threw up an arm in front of her, resting his palm flat on the wall next to her head, trapping her in the cage of his body. Anne’s pulse raced as Cedric’s face drew close to hers. His vacant brown eyes seemed so cold that she couldn’t repress the shiver they drew from her.
“I should not have snapped at you,” he said quietly, his warm breath fanning her face.
“Are you apologizing then?”
“It is as close to one as you will get. Now, give me your hand . Do not make me ask again or I shall simply do as I wish without asking permission.”
“Why?” Anne dared to ask. Her breath hitched as he sought her left arm. Finding it, he slid his rough grip down to her wrist and pulled her hand into his lap.
“I should like to hold it, that is all. Surely you would permit such a chaste desire from your future husband?” He flashed a mocking smile in her direction as he surrounded her hand with both of his.
“Relax, Anne,” he said calmly.
After a long minute she did, not even realizing she’d been so tense before. They rode in silence, listening to the clatter of the coach on the cobblestones before Cedric slid her glove off and began to stroke her hand. He drew long, lazy patterns on her bare skin and then turned her hand over to explore her palm, tracing her lifelines to the rapid pulse of the underside of her wrist. Then he did something she had not expected.
He raised her hand up and pressed his lips to her wrist. Anne watched in fascination as he flicked his tongue against her skin, his lips curving into an unconscious smile, the way one does when tasting something unexpectedly sweet and the pleasure of it catches the taster off guard.
Cedric then took one of her fingers into his mouth, sucking it between his lips. Anne held in a whimper at the sudden flush of heat and the aching throb that came from within. The feel of his mouth hot and wet around her finger did something to her. Her tongue moved out to wet her lips just as Cedric’s tongue circled her finger, teasing it, caressing it, and then he lightly nipped her.
“Oh!” Anne tried to jerk her hand back into her lap, but he did not let her go. Instead, he pulled her against him, his other arm banding around her waist.
“Ask me… Ask me to kiss you.” He dipped his head with exquisite slowness.
When his nose brushed hers, his lips followed, sweeping against her slightly parted lips. “Ask me to end your resistance. Let me inside you.”
Had Anne been thinking clearly she might have realized he meant more than something physical. But her mind was focused on the more literal images his words conjured. Cedric rising above her, propping himself on his arms as he buried himself deep between her legs. To her surprise the image was not as unwelcome as she feared it might be.
Her silence was answer enough. Cedric pushed her away from him so roughly that she fell back onto their shared seat with a startled gasp. For an instant she saw rage, disappointment and despair on his face before he schooled his features back into that ever mocking self-assurance. Cedric had let her retreat, but Anne worried that the smug look on his face promised future moments where she would not be allowed to do so.
His arrogance angered her. She wanted to scream, to hit him, to leave the coach and go home, but she squared her shoulders and said nothing. It was the only way she could show him that he hadn’t affected her.
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