Taken by the Earl (Regency Unlaced 3) by Carole Mortimer Read Free Book Online

bedchamber door open behind him.
    “Have you finished with your break— Oh!”
    Sin had no need to turn in order to know this must be Felicity’s maid, come to remove her breakfast tray.

    “Will you cease smiling so smugly,” Fliss snapped her agitation as she and the earl strolled about the garden together. A garden that was completely empty apart from the two of them. No doubt the other guests were still abed after their night of revels.
    “Was I?” Sin raised dark and deceptively innocent eyebrows.
    Fliss had never wanted to hit anyone before, but she wanted to hit him , this man—this seducer of respectable women.
    Would she ever recover from the humiliation she had suffered earlier this morning, when her maid entered the bedchamber and found the Earl of Winterbourne sitting on the side of Fliss’s bed, doing God knows what to her?
    Not that Mary had been able to see that Fliss was half-unclothed or where the earl’s hands were, with his broad shoulders and back blocking her from the maid’s vision. But still, Mary was not stupid, would know exactly what had transpired in her mistress’s bedchamber this morning.
    Well…perhaps not exactly . Fliss was not one hundred percent sure herself what had happened earlier.
    Every time she so much as thought of having Sin’s mouth and hands on her breasts, his finger pleasuring between her thighs, she felt a renewal of the contracting of the muscles inside her channel. Perhaps if she could not still feel him there… But she could, every long thick inch of his finger imprinted on her body and mind.
    She was becoming wet between her thighs again merely thinking about it.
    Last night and this morning, Fliss had found Sin’s height and breadth overwhelming, his lovemaking bone-melting, but he had not seemed the untamed Highlander Society had speculated about. Here in the garden, in the clear light of day, Fliss had reason to change her mind. Beneath the earl’s air of urbanity and the perfectly tailored clothes, she sensed a wildness, something feral, trying to escape. It was a little like spending time with a caged animal, knowing that at any second it could bend those bars around it as if they were made of butter, allowing all that wildness to break free.
    Fliss had never been so aware of a man or the danger he represented to her own respectability.  
    “You know you were.” Fliss lifted her parasol and snapped it open overhead. Primarily to keep the sun off her face, but also to conceal the permanent blush she had on her cheeks whenever she was in this man’s company.
    She had agreed to meet Sin for this stroll about the garden only as a way of getting him to leave her bedchamber earlier, something he had absolutely refused to do without first making plans for the two of them to meet up again.
    Ringing for Mary’s return and going through the ritual of her morning bath had been excruciating for Fliss. Mary had been with her for years, even before Fliss’s marriage, and she knew her maid had never seen a gentleman in her mistress’s bedchamber before today, not even Stephen.
    “Perhaps,” Sin drawled, well aware of Fliss’s embarrassment over what had happened earlier.
    As for his own physical discomfort…
    A discomfort added to by watching Fliss between narrowed lashes as she walked beside him. Seeing the way the tops of her breasts were revealed by the low neckline of her gown. Knowing the hidden nipples would still be swollen and red from his ministrations earlier.
    If his cock did not find some relief, and soon, then Sin knew he was in danger of coming inside his pantaloons. And he would much rather see those ruby-red lips wrapped around his cock when he came, and his sac being caressed and squeezed by those tiny hands.
    “Shall we explore the maze?” Sin growled, barely able to restrain his need for physical release.
    Fliss shot him an uncertain glance, her cheeks blushing anew as she saw the way in which Sin’s gaze smoldered down at her.