Vauxhall Vixen by Cindy Lee Read Free Book Online

unseeing, through the filmy material of her veil, at the roof of the coach.
    She willed herself to take several deep breaths in an attempt to calm her racing pulse. There was a nervous ache in the pit of her stomach as she thought about the viscount. Certainly no man had affected her in this manner before. Just minutes before, she had vowed to remember that this association was simply about sex. But she had dreamed of a romantic relationship for so long! Could this be her chance to sample a taste of what she had craved for so many years?
    There was no denying that Lord Maxton was a very handsome gentleman. He was a few inches taller than her own substantial height. This created a situation that was unique for her. It left her with a welcome, protected feeling when she looked across to find her companion was actually taller than herself. He was also lean and muscular, she conceded, as Vivian pictured the hard planes of his chest when she had caressed him just before wrapping her palm around his hard penis.
    Nothing was lacking in that sphere either, acknowledged Vivian as she remembered admiring the display when she opened his drawers. His expertise at making a woman such as herself feel treasured was also admirable. Vivian’s heart ached with desire as she thought about their frenzied coupling in the garden. Lord Maxton had made her first experience something she longed to repeat with him. And the sooner they did it the better as far as she was concerned. Her self-imposed obligations with Lord Maxton this evening had assuredly become much more of a pleasure than a duty.
    From what she could discern in the muted light in the garden, the viscount’s facial features could aptly be described as classic—high cheekbones, firm chin, tapered eyebrows, thick, dark hair pulled back from his broad forehead and tied with a leather strap. She had noticed one wayward lock of hair that had the propensity to curl down across one brow. Vivian had found herself wishing she could reach out to touch the smooth lock many times over during the evening.
    Recollections of all that had transpired between them that night pervaded her thoughts. The viscount had, up to this point, treated her with nothing but respect. She had enjoyed their brief conversations and certainly felt no regret for divulging her personal story to him. The connection between them brought about by his mysterious dream could not be disputed. But he was a peer of the realm, under no obligation to provide a woman such as herself with more than a passing notice. Yet since they had been introduced he had treated her with esteem and care that Vivian would expect to have been afforded only to women of his own class. She was truly grateful for his graciousness and amiability in their brief association.
    The coach shifted slightly as Lord Maxton entered the vehicle. He took a seat next to Vivian, his muscular thigh resting warmly against her own. The coachman called out to the horses and the vehicle rocked forward.
    Vivian felt her companion adjust his position in the seat next to her. She became aware of a swishing noise and then a plopping sound that Vivian assumed to be Lord Maxton’s gloves hitting the floor. Her surmise proved to be correct when she discerned the light touch of his hand as it moved across her lap until it came to rest at the cleft between her thighs. His other hand moved to gently squeeze her shoulder. His deep voice caressed her ear as he spoke, “My cock is throbbing with need. I want to make you wet for me again, my Vixen.
    Vivian’s already frantic pulse raced faster as she heard Lord Maxton’s request. Her heart pounded in an irregular rhythm in her ears. Her palms were sweating and the spot was becoming heated where his hand rested upon her legs.
    Vivian shifted in her seat slightly until she was facing her companion. “Do what you will, my lord,” she whispered her reply to him. “I crave your touch with a hunger that is almost past