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Authors: Juliet Moore
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busting one's breeches was a faux pas.
Right then, it was a serious concern.
Chapter 4
She had never felt so anxious in her life.
She was kissing Alex, responding from instinct more than anything else and loving it. His lips felt so soft and so right pressed against her own. Her entire body was hot, burning for him.
But she also felt a kind of frustration.
A wonderfully pleasant feeling had settled over her body, and while it felt good, it wasn't complete. She thought there was something missing. She needed him to keep kissing her or she would scream. She wanted more of him, but she didn't know what else he could give her. Victoria knew what sex was, but Georgia, the only adult who would talk to her about such things, had told her that it was a sinful thing to do if one wasn't married. So that couldn't possibly be what she desired, could it?
There was also a niggling fear at the back of her mind. It was at war with her pleasure, trying to tear her away from the absolute bliss that she was experiencing. What had they been talking about before he'd kissed her?
She almost couldn't believe what was happening to her. It was no wonder that she'd forgotten. She felt so warm, so hot that she wanted to take off her dress and feel his rough clothing against her bare skin. What a naughty thought!
But he was so desirable ...
What had she forgotten? She asked herself the question over and over again but each time she came close to remembering, he'd surprise her with the movement of his tongue or the shifting of his hands. Then she'd be lost in passion once again. It was simply too much for one woman to handle.
His lips left her mouth then and she opened her eyes. His face was flushed and his gaze piercing. Tremors went through her body at the prompting of his aroused perusal. He looked her up and down, and no indication that he was taking anything more than a breather.
If he had wanted to stop, she didn't think she'd be able to restrain herself from begging him to continue.
"Oh, Alex..."
"Don't speak, Victoria," he whispered, caressing her cheek with the edge of his hand. "You don't need to say anything."
And then, in the middle of her tumultuous reverie, she remembered . I've made a huge mistake, she thought, suddenly wishing that her mind had remained as blank as an old maid's dance card. She had revealed something from her all too recent past.
He knew her name was Victoria Clavering !
The deaths at Blackmoore would likely be in the papers and what if her name was mentioned? He would know that the charming girl he'd seduced in her uncle's drawing room was really an experienced murderess who'd killed two men.
What if he too was realizing what she'd said at that very moment?
She reached around him, gripped his back, and pulled her to him. This time, she kissed him. But she wasn't leading for long. It wasn't difficult to inflame his desire again, if ever it had died down. What she knew for sure was that she couldn't allow it to, because then he'd have time to think. Time to remember.
Even through her haze of ardor, she heard a sound in the foyer. Reflexively, she jumped away from Alex, almost falling onto the floor in her haste. They looked toward the door in sync and saw John Fyn push it open with his foot.
His arms laden with fish, he stared and said, "I thought I heard someone."
Her breathing still shallow, she replied, "We were having tea."
"Right." He turned around. "I'd better get this fish cleaned and salted." Then he left.
"I'm sorry, Victoria," Alex said as he stood, looking in the direction her uncle had went. "I think it's time that I leave."
Although that was the last thing she wanted, she had too much pride to argue. Besides, she told herself, he was probably right. Her uncle hadn't actually seen anything, but he wasn't born yesterday. "I'm sure that would be best."
He nodded, then left.
She was left alone with her thoughts, with her questions, and with her fears.
Why had Alex asked her so many
Right then, it was a serious concern.
Chapter 4
She had never felt so anxious in her life.
She was kissing Alex, responding from instinct more than anything else and loving it. His lips felt so soft and so right pressed against her own. Her entire body was hot, burning for him.
But she also felt a kind of frustration.
A wonderfully pleasant feeling had settled over her body, and while it felt good, it wasn't complete. She thought there was something missing. She needed him to keep kissing her or she would scream. She wanted more of him, but she didn't know what else he could give her. Victoria knew what sex was, but Georgia, the only adult who would talk to her about such things, had told her that it was a sinful thing to do if one wasn't married. So that couldn't possibly be what she desired, could it?
There was also a niggling fear at the back of her mind. It was at war with her pleasure, trying to tear her away from the absolute bliss that she was experiencing. What had they been talking about before he'd kissed her?
She almost couldn't believe what was happening to her. It was no wonder that she'd forgotten. She felt so warm, so hot that she wanted to take off her dress and feel his rough clothing against her bare skin. What a naughty thought!
But he was so desirable ...
What had she forgotten? She asked herself the question over and over again but each time she came close to remembering, he'd surprise her with the movement of his tongue or the shifting of his hands. Then she'd be lost in passion once again. It was simply too much for one woman to handle.
His lips left her mouth then and she opened her eyes. His face was flushed and his gaze piercing. Tremors went through her body at the prompting of his aroused perusal. He looked her up and down, and no indication that he was taking anything more than a breather.
If he had wanted to stop, she didn't think she'd be able to restrain herself from begging him to continue.
"Oh, Alex..."
"Don't speak, Victoria," he whispered, caressing her cheek with the edge of his hand. "You don't need to say anything."
And then, in the middle of her tumultuous reverie, she remembered . I've made a huge mistake, she thought, suddenly wishing that her mind had remained as blank as an old maid's dance card. She had revealed something from her all too recent past.
He knew her name was Victoria Clavering !
The deaths at Blackmoore would likely be in the papers and what if her name was mentioned? He would know that the charming girl he'd seduced in her uncle's drawing room was really an experienced murderess who'd killed two men.
What if he too was realizing what she'd said at that very moment?
She reached around him, gripped his back, and pulled her to him. This time, she kissed him. But she wasn't leading for long. It wasn't difficult to inflame his desire again, if ever it had died down. What she knew for sure was that she couldn't allow it to, because then he'd have time to think. Time to remember.
Even through her haze of ardor, she heard a sound in the foyer. Reflexively, she jumped away from Alex, almost falling onto the floor in her haste. They looked toward the door in sync and saw John Fyn push it open with his foot.
His arms laden with fish, he stared and said, "I thought I heard someone."
Her breathing still shallow, she replied, "We were having tea."
"Right." He turned around. "I'd better get this fish cleaned and salted." Then he left.
"I'm sorry, Victoria," Alex said as he stood, looking in the direction her uncle had went. "I think it's time that I leave."
Although that was the last thing she wanted, she had too much pride to argue. Besides, she told herself, he was probably right. Her uncle hadn't actually seen anything, but he wasn't born yesterday. "I'm sure that would be best."
He nodded, then left.
She was left alone with her thoughts, with her questions, and with her fears.
Why had Alex asked her so many
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