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Authors: Leslie North
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voice was so deep and alluring, Francesca felt her insides melt. He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her tightly to him before he kissed her. This time, his kiss was demanding as he plundered her mouth possessively. Francesca leaned into him as she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back.
Loosening his grip on her, he caressed her back as he tangled his fingers in her hair. He really liked it when it was down as he found himself wanting to stroke her silken tresses. As Francesca rubbed her hands down his chest and over his arms, she moaned when she felt how strong he was. As her hand found its way to his face, she enjoyed the feel of his facial hair under her fingertips. Most men she knew were cleanly shaven all the time and she wondered what it would feel like on other parts of her body as she shivered at the thought. She liked how he felt and had to resist the urge to rip his shirt open; she did not want him to think that she wanted him that much.
He watched her as she touched him. It had been so long since he had been with a woman and he found that he enjoyed how she felt. He so badly wanted to take her right there out in the garden, but he was determined to be a gentleman. He respected the fact that she had kept her virtue and carried herself like a respectable woman. Her only flaws were her shyness, which he found a bit endearing, and her lack of respect in how she addressed him.
“I am in pretty good shape for a man my age,” he said to her as Francesca looked at him.
“What?” she asked.
“You expressed that I am too old for you.”
“I did not.”
“You implied it when you pointed out our age difference.”
Francesca cleared her throat and looked away. His age was not an issue for her, in fact she preferred him over the immature boys she had dated. She had just used it as an excuse to deny the confusing feelings she felt inside. But now she couldn’t deny it any longer.
He laughed gently as he caressed her silken skin. She closed her eyes, wanting to remember this moment. After a few moments, she opened her eyes in frustration. Grabbing his hand, she placed it on her breast as she stared at him.
Olivier masked his surprise, as he did not want her to stop. He found that he liked her sudden forwardness and he could feel her breast seem to swell in his hand. Cupping her breasts, he rubbed his thumbs over her nipples as they swelled to tight nubs.
Swaying slightly, Francesca closed her eyes as she surrendered herself to the pleasurable sensations he was creating. Dipping his head, he captured her lips as he continued to massage her breasts.
Breaking the kiss, he leaned his forehead against hers as he took a deep breath. “We have to stop,” he said, as he took a deep breath.
“Why?” she asked breathlessly.
“Because, if we don’t stop now, I won’t want to and that isn’t fair to you.”
“What do you mean?”
“Your virtue, Francesca. You arouse me like no woman has done in a very long time and I’ve no wish to damage your virtue.”
They heard voices. Francesca quickly straightened her dress and got to her feet, as she saw palace guards approaching them. They were on patrol as usual. They greeted her and Lord Jacques and then carried on walking.
“I must get to bed now,” Francesca said, as she turned to walk into the palace.
“Well then, goodnight,” he said. As Francesca walked away, she held her hand to her stomach hoping to tame the butterflies dancing merrily inside her. Lord Jacques ran his hand through his hair as he watched her walk away. Things had gotten heated up too quickly. She sent him mixed signals, as she seemed hopelessly confused as to what she wanted from him.
Chapter 12
L ord Jacques had just come out of a meeting. Throughout the whole meeting he had not been able to focus. All he could think of was Francesca. Her deep brown eyes, silky hair, but most of all the way she responded to him. He loved making her smile, it lit his whole
Loosening his grip on her, he caressed her back as he tangled his fingers in her hair. He really liked it when it was down as he found himself wanting to stroke her silken tresses. As Francesca rubbed her hands down his chest and over his arms, she moaned when she felt how strong he was. As her hand found its way to his face, she enjoyed the feel of his facial hair under her fingertips. Most men she knew were cleanly shaven all the time and she wondered what it would feel like on other parts of her body as she shivered at the thought. She liked how he felt and had to resist the urge to rip his shirt open; she did not want him to think that she wanted him that much.
He watched her as she touched him. It had been so long since he had been with a woman and he found that he enjoyed how she felt. He so badly wanted to take her right there out in the garden, but he was determined to be a gentleman. He respected the fact that she had kept her virtue and carried herself like a respectable woman. Her only flaws were her shyness, which he found a bit endearing, and her lack of respect in how she addressed him.
“I am in pretty good shape for a man my age,” he said to her as Francesca looked at him.
“What?” she asked.
“You expressed that I am too old for you.”
“I did not.”
“You implied it when you pointed out our age difference.”
Francesca cleared her throat and looked away. His age was not an issue for her, in fact she preferred him over the immature boys she had dated. She had just used it as an excuse to deny the confusing feelings she felt inside. But now she couldn’t deny it any longer.
He laughed gently as he caressed her silken skin. She closed her eyes, wanting to remember this moment. After a few moments, she opened her eyes in frustration. Grabbing his hand, she placed it on her breast as she stared at him.
Olivier masked his surprise, as he did not want her to stop. He found that he liked her sudden forwardness and he could feel her breast seem to swell in his hand. Cupping her breasts, he rubbed his thumbs over her nipples as they swelled to tight nubs.
Swaying slightly, Francesca closed her eyes as she surrendered herself to the pleasurable sensations he was creating. Dipping his head, he captured her lips as he continued to massage her breasts.
Breaking the kiss, he leaned his forehead against hers as he took a deep breath. “We have to stop,” he said, as he took a deep breath.
“Why?” she asked breathlessly.
“Because, if we don’t stop now, I won’t want to and that isn’t fair to you.”
“What do you mean?”
“Your virtue, Francesca. You arouse me like no woman has done in a very long time and I’ve no wish to damage your virtue.”
They heard voices. Francesca quickly straightened her dress and got to her feet, as she saw palace guards approaching them. They were on patrol as usual. They greeted her and Lord Jacques and then carried on walking.
“I must get to bed now,” Francesca said, as she turned to walk into the palace.
“Well then, goodnight,” he said. As Francesca walked away, she held her hand to her stomach hoping to tame the butterflies dancing merrily inside her. Lord Jacques ran his hand through his hair as he watched her walk away. Things had gotten heated up too quickly. She sent him mixed signals, as she seemed hopelessly confused as to what she wanted from him.
Chapter 12
L ord Jacques had just come out of a meeting. Throughout the whole meeting he had not been able to focus. All he could think of was Francesca. Her deep brown eyes, silky hair, but most of all the way she responded to him. He loved making her smile, it lit his whole
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