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hour. After she rose,
they shared tea before she took to her piano. He read, occasionally stopping to
enjoy a particular song or just to watch her hands drift across the keys. He
learned that she favored Herr Beethoven and was able to learn a song by hearing
it played once or twice and that her solicitor would bring her new music from
London. Apparently, Mr. Bramford's father had been a vicar and he'd learned to
play the organ as a child. At the late earl's request, part of his duties had
been to bring new sheet music to Longwood. As he was able, he often played the
new pieces for Elise at the conclusion of his visit. Gilles found himself more
than a little curious about this Bramford and looked forward to sitting in on
his next visit. When he mentioned that Mirabelle played the piano well and
would probably be happy to play with Elise, he was surprised at her excitement.
She responded as if he'd offered to buy her the Crown Jewels. Which had him
wondering what one bought a woman that had no use for jewels.
                Gilles heard the light snapping of fingers and
looked up to see Elise at the top of the stairs. His breath caught in his
throat as his jaw fell, his body turned to lead. She had been transformed into
a Grecian siren. She wore a gown of draped ivory satin with a gold lace bodice
that hugged her tiny waste and accentuated her amazing breasts. Gold ribbon
laced up the front of the bodice and had been left unlaced at the top. The
effect was nearly too provocative yet still acceptable. The creamy mounds
looked as if they could escape with minimal effort. As she descended, the sheer
satin clung to her hips. Gilles hauled in a breath and tried to loosen his
cravat. Of all the nights to wear the navy velvet coat and matching brocade
waistcoat... He was beginning to perspire and felt his shirt stick to his back.
He'd never survive the evening.
                Elise smiled and reached for him when she
stepped off the last stair. He lifted her hands to his lips and kissed the tops
of both.
                "You look stunning." Gilles said as he
placed her hand upon his sleeve.
                Elise let out a soft gasp as her hand touched
the velvet.
                "Oh, how soft!" She raised her other
hand and to his chest and ran her palm downward. Gilles hissed and pulled her
towards the nearest door.
                "What? Where are we going?" Elise
asked, confusion filling her voice. "What happened?"
                "I have some questions about this
room." Gilles ground out as he tugged her through the door.
                "What room is this?" Elise's fingers
snapped quickly as she pressed against him to keep from bumping into anything.
                "I don't care." Gilles whispered as he
backed her against a wall.
                He took her face in his hands and claimed her
mouth. Elise opened for him instantly and he growled in approval as she sent
her hands sliding up his chest, under his coat. His fingers skated down her
neck and traced her collarbone. She arched her back and thrust her chest
forward, begging him to continue.
                "Christ!" Gilles swore as he pulled
away from her lips and watched his shaking fingers caress the swells of her
breasts. Her skin felt like silk but as he traced along the edge of her bodice
she shuddered and goosebumps spread along the creamy expanse. He'd never held a
woman this responsive, this sensual in his arms. He'd never been so close to
losing control. Gilles cupped Elise's breasts and let his thumbs graze her
nipples through the fabric. She moaned softly and her hips rocked against him.
He took her mouth again and their tongues tangled wildly. Her hands clutched at
his waistcoat as she tried to pull him closer. He set his lips to her neck and laved
the spot under her ear and was about to lift her so that he could feast on her
breasts when reality intruded. Gilles swore again