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With a finesse she had not expected from him, he maneuvered them to the outer edges of the dancers and out the doors as they passed. Once the shadows swallowed them, he brought their dance to a halt, but did not release her from his hold. Her heart raced from the dance as much as the anticipation of his kiss.
“I’ve needed to taste your sweet kiss again since earlier this evening.”
Then he leaned in and captured her lips before she could say a word.
And truly it did not matter, because she would have happily said yes, anyway. As her breasts pressed tight against him, her body melted. His tongue sought hers out, and twined together in a sensual dance that had her crying out for his intimate touch once more.
Time slipped past as he tasted, touched, and nibbled at her mouth. He was showing—rather than telling her—how much he wanted her, and she was helpless to do anything but reply in kind. Because despite her better judgment, she wanted this man more than her next breath.
As they slowly parted, the cool air finally penetrated her lusty haze and caused her to shiver.
He curled his arm around her shoulders. “You’re cold. We should go back inside.”
“May we go? It seems as if we’ve achieved our goal this evening.”
Julia wanted to steal away to The Market and spend the rest of the night in Wolf’s arms.
He looked down at her, and she was confident he could see the desire in her eyes. Even in the shadows, it would be hard to miss.
“Let us go find the others, and see if they are ready to depart.” He hesitated. “You’ll come to me at The Market later?”
She reached down and stroked his hard shaft. “Oh, yes. I have need of you again, after the orgasm you gave me earlier. It was too short, and too fast.”
He smiled as he took her in from his hooded eyes. “Agreed.”
Chapter 14
April, 1862
The late morning sun shone down, making the day feel unusually warm, even for spring. But it suited his purposes as Wolf knocked on Julia’s front door. Then Johnson opened the entry and allowed him to pass. A few moments later, Julia sailed into the front parlor, looking splendid in a golden-brown driving dress. The coppery color of the garment set off her hair, and made her green eyes sparkle.
“Hello,” she said. “My, you do look handsome today.”
He let the compliment settle in his chest. After the Weatherly ball, a week earlier, he’d made love to her all night long. He still feared that she might begin to pull away from him if she detected the truth still crowding his thoughts. He couldn’t let her know how he felt yet, and if he didn’t play his cards correctly, he could lose everything.
And he had come to realize that she was, in fact,everything.
“As do you. That is a smashing dress.”
He smiled as she playfully preened a bit.
Placing her small, jaunty bowler hat on her head and pinning it in place, she looked up from under her lashes. “So, where are we off to?”
“That is a surprise.” His smile stretched wider at her moue of disappointment. “Trust me, you’ll enjoy it.”
Giving in with good grace, she smiled back. “Very well. Take me away. I am yours for the afternoon.”
In short order, they were seated in his blue-and-yellow spider phaeton and moving through London’s streets. Ever observant, she immediately spied the blankets piled on the rear bench seat behind them.
“Blankets, Wolf?”
Her tone belied her amusement, even as she tried to appear stern.
“Sit still and stop trying to ruin the surprise,” he ordered.
She laughed outright. “But trying to discover the secret is half the fun!”
He sighed. “You are a troublesome baggage. Always were.”
