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he had all those years ago. It had been pure foolishness leaving her behind at the Carleton house party. He really couldn’t recall now why he had left.
It was in that moment that he decided he would not keep his interest hidden. Not that he had tried very hard since dancing with her at the ball. His thoughts were suddenly consumed with her.
How did she manage it?
He’d had lovers over the years but none had compared to her. It would be impossible to let Genny slip through his fingers a second time. And he’d not let her escape him until he had her figured out.
Plucking up the green jade comb he had selected, he took a step in her direction. If he acted quickly, she’d be helpless to stop him from obtaining this liberty. One he coveted most right now.
Whispers behind them started up the moment he raised his arms to his task. The green was offset nicely against the silkiness of her chestnut hair. The slightest hint of red and the odd strand of blonde that indicated she spent some time in the sun without the protection of her bonnet could be clearly made out standing this close to her.
She raised her hands as though to push him away but seemed to realize she’d only draw more attention their way. She clasped her hands in front of her instead.
The pick slid easily through her soft hair, the tips of the tines massaging along her scalp before he settled the jewelry firmly in place, burying it as deep as he could in the bound tresses.
Lowering his arms, he brushed the back of his hand against the nape of her neck and over the small bone. Her skin was warm and soft. He wanted to dip his head and trail his tongue over the fine line of her spine. Her breath hitched; his froze in his lungs.
With more effort than it should have required, he took a step back. He doubted anyone would have seen what he’d done, as his larger frame blocked her smaller one from everyone behind them.
Miss Charlotte broke through the hushed din that was no subtler than a field of crickets suddenly disturbed from their reverie.
“It looks lovely, cousin.”
The proprietor came around the case. “Miss,” he said, showing her with his hand that she should turn to see her reflection in a tall looking glass. The mirror rested on the floor and stretched nearly ten feet high in a large ornate gilt frame.
Leo nestled the tortoiseshell comb back on the velvet and stood close behind Genny as she fixed imaginary loose strands of hair. As she gazed into the looking glass, her amber-colored eyes caught and held his gaze.
Her lips parted marginally and a hint of color rose in her cheeks. He was sure he only noticed the slight blush because they were staring at each other and in such close proximity.
Did she crave his touch as he did hers? Was she remembering their past and the passion they had shared night after night?
She had to be thinking of their past. Words weren’t needed to convey that message between them. If they were alone their passion could be rekindled. All it would take was one simple look to indicate she wanted more, or one simple nod that said yes. Even one word that invited his touch and he’d do as she bid.
He wanted to undo every button that held her bodice snuggly in place. Then peel away the chemise that covered her shoulders beneath, and kiss a path along her nape. He’d not stop there; next he would draw a soft line down her spine till he reached the top swell of her buttocks to caress tiny circles over the dimples above each cheek, and follow those touches with a kiss and lick of his tongue …
The wicked things he fantasized doing to her …
Thank goodness his valet had chosen a long jacket today.
Lady Charlotte softly and pointedly cleared her throat next to him. He forced his gaze away from the wicked temptation of Genny. Had he and Genny been anywhere else, alone, nothing would have stopped him from acting on all his imaginings.
Locking gazes with the proprietor, he said, “Wrap them both.”
Genny turned to
It was in that moment that he decided he would not keep his interest hidden. Not that he had tried very hard since dancing with her at the ball. His thoughts were suddenly consumed with her.
How did she manage it?
He’d had lovers over the years but none had compared to her. It would be impossible to let Genny slip through his fingers a second time. And he’d not let her escape him until he had her figured out.
Plucking up the green jade comb he had selected, he took a step in her direction. If he acted quickly, she’d be helpless to stop him from obtaining this liberty. One he coveted most right now.
Whispers behind them started up the moment he raised his arms to his task. The green was offset nicely against the silkiness of her chestnut hair. The slightest hint of red and the odd strand of blonde that indicated she spent some time in the sun without the protection of her bonnet could be clearly made out standing this close to her.
She raised her hands as though to push him away but seemed to realize she’d only draw more attention their way. She clasped her hands in front of her instead.
The pick slid easily through her soft hair, the tips of the tines massaging along her scalp before he settled the jewelry firmly in place, burying it as deep as he could in the bound tresses.
Lowering his arms, he brushed the back of his hand against the nape of her neck and over the small bone. Her skin was warm and soft. He wanted to dip his head and trail his tongue over the fine line of her spine. Her breath hitched; his froze in his lungs.
With more effort than it should have required, he took a step back. He doubted anyone would have seen what he’d done, as his larger frame blocked her smaller one from everyone behind them.
Miss Charlotte broke through the hushed din that was no subtler than a field of crickets suddenly disturbed from their reverie.
“It looks lovely, cousin.”
The proprietor came around the case. “Miss,” he said, showing her with his hand that she should turn to see her reflection in a tall looking glass. The mirror rested on the floor and stretched nearly ten feet high in a large ornate gilt frame.
Leo nestled the tortoiseshell comb back on the velvet and stood close behind Genny as she fixed imaginary loose strands of hair. As she gazed into the looking glass, her amber-colored eyes caught and held his gaze.
Her lips parted marginally and a hint of color rose in her cheeks. He was sure he only noticed the slight blush because they were staring at each other and in such close proximity.
Did she crave his touch as he did hers? Was she remembering their past and the passion they had shared night after night?
She had to be thinking of their past. Words weren’t needed to convey that message between them. If they were alone their passion could be rekindled. All it would take was one simple look to indicate she wanted more, or one simple nod that said yes. Even one word that invited his touch and he’d do as she bid.
He wanted to undo every button that held her bodice snuggly in place. Then peel away the chemise that covered her shoulders beneath, and kiss a path along her nape. He’d not stop there; next he would draw a soft line down her spine till he reached the top swell of her buttocks to caress tiny circles over the dimples above each cheek, and follow those touches with a kiss and lick of his tongue …
The wicked things he fantasized doing to her …
Thank goodness his valet had chosen a long jacket today.
Lady Charlotte softly and pointedly cleared her throat next to him. He forced his gaze away from the wicked temptation of Genny. Had he and Genny been anywhere else, alone, nothing would have stopped him from acting on all his imaginings.
Locking gazes with the proprietor, he said, “Wrap them both.”
Genny turned to
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