Seduced At Sunset by Julianne MacLean Read Free Book Online Page B

in her eyes gave her away, and Drake found himself more deeply aroused
than before.
    He leaned closer to take her mouth in a passionate kiss,
but hesitated just before their lips met, for he needed to know that he had her
consent. That he was not mistaken. That she wanted this, too.
    He felt the heat of her sweet breath on his mouth. Then
she lifted her face so the morning sun reflected in her clear eyes.
    It was enough to push him over the cliff edge of desire,
and when he pressed his mouth to hers, his hard body shuddered with yearning.
    A single kiss was not going to be enough. Not nearly
enough.
    Her mouth was warm and wet and eager for sensual play. Her
tongue darted out to meet his, and he groaned with need.
    It had not been that long since he kissed a woman, but
something about this encounter had been different from the beginning. He felt
like an untried schoolboy, desperate for a taste of a real flesh-and-blood
woman with soft skin and warm hands to pleasure him. He was completely
overpowered, out of control, enormously aroused to the point of agony.
    The coach continued to bump along the narrow road and
Drake could see no reason to withdraw. Without ever breaking the kiss, Lady
Charlotte pulled off her gloves and laid her hands on his cheeks. She shifted
her body on the seat to face him, and he, too, shifted to gain better access to
her delicious mouth.
    He slid a hand over her hip and under her sweet backside
to lift her legs across his lap. She yielded beautifully to the new position.
    Before long, she was sighing with ecstasy and clutching at
his shoulders, but he wanted her on her back, and realized with a sudden pang
of consciousness that this kiss had spun out of control very quickly.
    He dragged his mouth from hers, while a hot shiver of loss
rippled down his spine.
    “Please don’t stop,” she breathlessly said. “We don’t have
to yet.”
    They were still some distance from Mayfair, and though he
wanted to maintain control, her passionate plea bombarded his senses. He gave
in without a fight.
    As if to make up for time, her hands roamed quickly,
searched over his shoulders, chest, arms, and hips, then slid back up to his
hair. He began to perspire and shake, for he had a giant erection that was
throbbing like a son of a bitch.
    He really should stop this now, or he would soon be making
love to Lady Charlotte right here in the coach—though perhaps that was
what she wanted.
    Was it what he wanted? He
certainly didn’t want to be rushed.
    “Stop,” he said, bringing the kiss to a rather sloppy
finish and holding her away at arm’s length. “Not here.” He wanted to do this
properly, and do it well. “Meet me tonight.”
    She blinked up at him as if in a foggy haze, fighting to
catch her breath. “Where?”
    He considered it for a moment, pleased, of course that
there was no argument, but at a loss as to how to answer the question. He didn’t
want to take her to the opera or invite her to dinner, and he suspected she
didn’t want those things either. She wanted him as a lover—in
private—as he wanted her. They’d already pushed beyond the boundaries of
any sort of polite courtship. They wanted each other’s bodies. That was
obvious, and it had been obvious from the start. On top of all that, this was
guaranteed to be a brief sexual affair, for he was in London for a limited time
and she knew it.
    “At the Harper Hotel,” he said. “There is an entrance at
the rear of the building where you can enter discreetly. No one will see you. I
will have the room key, and I will be there just inside the door to meet you.”
When she gave no reply, he drew back slightly. “Have I presumed too much, Lady
Charlotte?”
    She shook her head. “No, but please allow me to explain
that I have never done anything like this before. I have never in my life taken
a casual lover.”
    He inhaled deeply with relief. Casual
lover . There they were... the words on her lips, spoken in plain terms.
It was what they