deepened, his lips
and tongue mating with hers in a sensual dance that dazzled her.
At the same time, one of his hands slid down her back to her derriere, drawing their
loins together, turning the sparks between them to flame.
The moan that rose to Sophie’s throat was quite audible in the quiet hush of the office.
Lord Jack obviously heard it, for his marvelous mouth finally broke off … although
he didn’t fully release her.
Instead, his eyes smiled into hers as he raised a finger to trace her wet lips in
a delicate caress. “You see my point, darling. There must be something to our legendary
lovers tale after all.”
Sophie closed her eyes, fighting the emotional aftershock of his kiss. Why did her
heart lurch so wildly at his embrace? She felt shaken, dazed, while a smoldering excitement
raged in her blood.
Legendary lover, indeed
. He was so intoxicating, he took her breath away.
She shook herself and forcibly opened her eyes. The man’s virility devastated her
senses and stole all her common sense, drat him. Even worse, he made her yearn for
things she couldn’t have.
She ought to know better. Merely because he was sinfully, heart-meltingly seductive
was not sufficient reason to lose her head. Especially since she had a prime example
to serve as a warning—her maid Martha. At least she now understood how easily Martha
had succumbed to seduction and become a fallen woman. The girl had confessed to being
so overwhelmed by desire, she simply couldn’t help herself.
Sophie couldn’t help herself either at the moment. Not when Lord Jack stirred such
passionate, heart-pounding desire inside her.
“I promised myself I would never let you kiss me again.…” she said in a low rasp.
“Why not?”
“You know why. Because it could never lead anywhere—or at least nowhere good.”
“But you cannot deny what you feel. You will never know that kind of fire with your
duke, I’ll lay money on it.”
His assertion unsettled her because she knew it was true. She wanted to marry for
love. She wanted to know passion in her marriage bed. And yet her wishes couldn’t
be allowed to matter. Despite the seductive notion that Lord Jack could be her ideal
match. Despite the fact that she had far more in common with him than with the much
older Duke of Dunmore.
As Sophie argued silently with herself, Lord Jack’s thumb stroked her cheekbone.
“I want to spend time with you, beauty,” he reiterated. “Given your father’s bias
against me, though, I cannot even call on you. I would never be allowed within a half
mile of you.”
“No, you would give him apoplexy,” she answered with a faint smile. She couldn’t let
her father find out that she even knew Lord Jack, let alone succumbed to his scorching
kisses.
“When does your aunt’s house party begin?” he suddenly asked.
Sophie blinked at the abrupt change of subject. “On Tuesday. We are to leave that
morning for her house in the country.”
“Only three days,” he murmured. “What engagements do you have tonight? And for the
next several days?”
“Why do you wish to know?”
“I’ll have to contrive to meet you somehow.”
His declaration set alarm bells ringing in her head. “I cannot conduct a liaison behind
my parents’ back.”
“Well, I’ll be damned if I will sneak around. It isn’t my style. And we are running
out of time. Your aunt’s house party complicates matters decidedly.”
“I don’t like to sneak about either,” Sophie replied sincerely. “But we cannot tryst
in secret.”
“You’ve done it before with your maid. In fact, you are doing it right now. Why not
with me?”
“That is different. Martha needs me.”
“Your future happiness could depend upon it,” Lord Jack insisted.
Her parents’ future happiness
definitely
dependedupon it, Sophie thought regretfully. She didn’t trust herself to indulge in a covert
affair with Lord Jack. With his
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