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schoolmaster giving lessons in lovemaking. Very well, wildcat, come here to me, and we will resume where we left off.” He put an arm around her shoulders and drew her back. The fingers of his other hand gently traced her jawline, sending little shivers along her spine. “You put a great deal of faith in my ability to control what are generally called my baser emotions.”
“I trust you, Jared,” she said softly.
“Do you, my dear? I wonder if that is wise.” Then his mouth swooped down to cover hers in a burning kiss. To his surprised delight, she returned the kiss with a hesitant passion that blossomed until one kiss blended into another. Miranda began to feel dizzy with the honeyed sweetness suddenly pouring through her. She felt a delicious languor steal over her, and her arms slipped up around his neck.
Moments later, he gently raised her arms above her head and pressed her back against the bank. Her eyes were closed, the dark lashes fluttering against her pale cheeks. He gazed down at her for a moment, thinking how fair she was, how innocent. He was about to introduce her to her own sensuous nature, a nature that she probably didn’t even know existed. He lay his dark head against her cotton-clad breasts, and heard her heart jump wildly.
For a few minutes he stayed quiet, letting her grow used to him, and then he raised his head and kissed her nipple. His face nuzzled her. The buttons of her shirt were suddenly open and his hot and hungry mouth was on her soft flesh. She cried out softly, and caught at his dark hair with her slender hands. “Jared!”
He sat up and looked mockingly into her eyes. “Do you know enough now, Miranda?”
She wanted him to stop, yet she didn’t. “N-no,” she heard herself say bravely.
He cradled her again in one arm while his long fingers moved lazily to caress her tender, round breasts. Her skin was silken, and warm beneath his touch, and she watched him through half-closed eyes, her breath coming in little gasps. Gently he cupped a breast, his thumb rubbing against the large, dusky rose nipple, and he felt the tremor from deep within her.
“A woman’s breasts,” he said, “are a part of her many charms. How beautiful yours are, my love.”
“Is this all,” she asked breathlessly.
“What a curious little wildcat you are,” he chuckled. “I do believe that I should take you here and now on this mossy bank.” And how easy it would be, he thought, aching terribly. “But I am too old to deflower virgins in secluded woodlands. I far prefer a beautiful candlelit chamber, a comfortable bed, and a bottle of good white wine with my seductions.” He sat her up, buttoned her shirt, kissed her lightly, and stood up.
“You’ve shown me little!” she cried.
“Whether you like it or not, you will have to accept that I know best in this matter.” He pulled her to her feet. “Now, show the lord of the manor the rest of his domain.”
Furious, she ran to her horse, intending to canter off. Let him fend for himself. With luck he’d ride into a salt marsh! Laughing, he caught up with her. He spun her around and kissed her angry mouth. “I hate you!” she cried. “You’re hateful, and too damnedsuperior to suit me! We’ll have a terrible marriage! I’ve changed my mind!”
“But I haven’t! Having been tempted these last few days by the memory of your adorable bottom, I wouldn’t cry off for a hundred island manors!”
She hit him. Hit him with all her strength, her slender hand meeting with his smooth cheek in a loud, smacking noise. Then she flung herself on Sea Breeze and galloped off through the woods.
“Damn!” he swore softly to himself. He hadn’t meant to tease her. And now he’d offended her. She was a far more complicated creature than he had suspected, and as prickly as a little hedgehog. He smiled to himself as he rubbed his cheek. Despite her air of assurance, she had a vulnerability that he suspected stemmed from her London season.
He
“I trust you, Jared,” she said softly.
“Do you, my dear? I wonder if that is wise.” Then his mouth swooped down to cover hers in a burning kiss. To his surprised delight, she returned the kiss with a hesitant passion that blossomed until one kiss blended into another. Miranda began to feel dizzy with the honeyed sweetness suddenly pouring through her. She felt a delicious languor steal over her, and her arms slipped up around his neck.
Moments later, he gently raised her arms above her head and pressed her back against the bank. Her eyes were closed, the dark lashes fluttering against her pale cheeks. He gazed down at her for a moment, thinking how fair she was, how innocent. He was about to introduce her to her own sensuous nature, a nature that she probably didn’t even know existed. He lay his dark head against her cotton-clad breasts, and heard her heart jump wildly.
For a few minutes he stayed quiet, letting her grow used to him, and then he raised his head and kissed her nipple. His face nuzzled her. The buttons of her shirt were suddenly open and his hot and hungry mouth was on her soft flesh. She cried out softly, and caught at his dark hair with her slender hands. “Jared!”
He sat up and looked mockingly into her eyes. “Do you know enough now, Miranda?”
She wanted him to stop, yet she didn’t. “N-no,” she heard herself say bravely.
He cradled her again in one arm while his long fingers moved lazily to caress her tender, round breasts. Her skin was silken, and warm beneath his touch, and she watched him through half-closed eyes, her breath coming in little gasps. Gently he cupped a breast, his thumb rubbing against the large, dusky rose nipple, and he felt the tremor from deep within her.
“A woman’s breasts,” he said, “are a part of her many charms. How beautiful yours are, my love.”
“Is this all,” she asked breathlessly.
“What a curious little wildcat you are,” he chuckled. “I do believe that I should take you here and now on this mossy bank.” And how easy it would be, he thought, aching terribly. “But I am too old to deflower virgins in secluded woodlands. I far prefer a beautiful candlelit chamber, a comfortable bed, and a bottle of good white wine with my seductions.” He sat her up, buttoned her shirt, kissed her lightly, and stood up.
“You’ve shown me little!” she cried.
“Whether you like it or not, you will have to accept that I know best in this matter.” He pulled her to her feet. “Now, show the lord of the manor the rest of his domain.”
Furious, she ran to her horse, intending to canter off. Let him fend for himself. With luck he’d ride into a salt marsh! Laughing, he caught up with her. He spun her around and kissed her angry mouth. “I hate you!” she cried. “You’re hateful, and too damnedsuperior to suit me! We’ll have a terrible marriage! I’ve changed my mind!”
“But I haven’t! Having been tempted these last few days by the memory of your adorable bottom, I wouldn’t cry off for a hundred island manors!”
She hit him. Hit him with all her strength, her slender hand meeting with his smooth cheek in a loud, smacking noise. Then she flung herself on Sea Breeze and galloped off through the woods.
“Damn!” he swore softly to himself. He hadn’t meant to tease her. And now he’d offended her. She was a far more complicated creature than he had suspected, and as prickly as a little hedgehog. He smiled to himself as he rubbed his cheek. Despite her air of assurance, she had a vulnerability that he suspected stemmed from her London season.
He
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