“So if I kissed her again, you wouldn’t care.”
“Kiss whomever you like.” She shrugged. “It’s no matter to me.”
“And what if I want to kiss you?”
Her hand came up and pressed against his chest, holding him back. “Don’t even think about it.”
“I’m thinking about it,” he said. “I’m always thinking about it.”
The air between them seemed to grow thick and heavy. The pain Duncan had been feeling since she’d elbowed him faded away, and all he felt was the hammering of his heart. She looked up at him and the moonlight streaming through the window caught the side of her face—those dark eyes, her smooth cheek, that lush mouth. His gaze caught on it, and he couldn’t stop himself from imagining what that mouth might do to him. For the most part, he’d been able to force his thoughts away from her lips, her breasts, and those generous hips. He tried to limit his admiration to her mind.
There was plenty to admire about her mind.
But her body was so close, the scent of cinnamon teasing his nose. He’d always thought she smelled of cinnamon and spices because she lived in the farmhouse, and everyone knew Baron’s cook was unparalleled. But the scent still clung to her. He wondered if she tasted of cinnamon...
“You are thinking about more than kissing me,” she said, voice low and husky. He could hear the arousal in her voice, and it made his own body heat.
“Much more,” he acknowledged.
“Really?” The fingers of one hand landed lightly on his chest. “Tell me.”
“If I told you, you’d slap me.”
She poked him. “Is this youpretendingto be a scoundrel again?”
“What if I told you I have the occasional naughty thought?”
“You? A naughty thought?” She shook her head. “I don’t think so.”
“Come closer,” he said. She moved closer, her hand lying flat on his chest. “No,closer,” he said. “I want to whisper in your ear.”
She moved closer, so close that her breasts brushed against him, and her thighs touched his. He bent his head, letting the scent of her intoxicate him as he slid his lips up her neck—not touching her, keeping them just the smallest fraction away from her skin. When he reached her ear, he placed his lips against it and felt her shiver.
“Lucy,” he whispered. “Can you hear me?”
“Mhm,” she murmured, sounding half-aroused, half amused.
“I was thinking about your lips,” he whispered.
“What about them?”
“How full they are.” His hand slid around her back, and he pulled her closer. “How red they can be when you’ve had a drink of wine or been in the wind and cold. But mainly I was thinking about how those lips would look wrapped around my hard cock.”
She inhaled sharply, and Duncan waited for her to push him away. He waited for her to tell him he disgusted her. Instead, he felt her hand close on his livery coat, crumpling it and pulling him closer. Then she pulled back, put her other hand around his neck, and kissed him.
This was no gentle kiss. He’d already known from their first two kisses that she knew what she was about when it came to kissing. He had plenty of experience himself, but the way her mouth captured his took his breath away. She claimed him, her lips firm and seductive. Duncan usually liked to take the lead when seducing a woman, but he surrendered to Lucy’s mouth. When she teased his lips open and licked inside his mouth, the hand on her back closed tightly. His tongue met hers, tangling, each of them vying for control. He could have won, could have tamed her, but he let her take control. He wanted to see where this would go.
Her tongue teased and tasted, withdrew and returned. His breath came in short bursts, and he could feel her panting as well. He would have been hard as a rock if she hadn’t tried to make him a eunuch earlier. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t give her pleasure. He wanted to hear what she sounded like when she climaxed.
Duncan took Lucy’s shoulders and pushed her back against the wall beside the window. He glanced out quickly, but he didn’t see anyone approaching. He really didn’t expect anyone to come tonight. They’d rendezvoused the night before. It would be unlikely they’d meet two nights in a row. They probably had pre-arranged days to meet, but as Lucy and he didn’t know the schedule, they’d have to spend time doing surveillance to discover it.
He was much more interested in discovering Lucy tonight. He pulled his mouth away from hers and slid his lips down her throat. She tasted sweet and a little salty. He’d scared her earlier, and she’d probably broken into a sweat—not that she’d ever admit that.
He licked her neck lightly, letting his tongue tease her skin until gooseflesh appeared. Then he ran his lips down to the indentation at the base of her throat. That was the only part of her body exposed below the neck. He rested his mouth there as he slid his hands down to her wrists, caught them and pinned her arms against the wall.
Lucy gasped. “You think you can hold me?” Her voice was low and breathless, her tone one he’d never heard before.
“I’m stronger than you,” he said, his mouth moving over her bodice to trace the swells of her breasts. “But I’m honestly not sure which of us would win in a fight.” He paused where he knew her nipple was located. He couldn’t feel it underneath the heavy corset she wore. He’d free it another time, roll it between his fingers until it was hard and swollen.
