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He glanced toward the stage as the theater staff snuffed the lights in the boxes for the second act. "I'm more than capable of making you enjoy yourself with me." He turned and met her eyes, and the determination she read in his hungry gaze left her breathless. "Let me make your Season enjoyable. It is the least that I can do." He picked up her gloved hand and kissed it, meeting her eyes as he did so.
Paris swallowed and found herself nodding. "Very well, my lord. I shall take you up on your offer, and we shall see if you indeed learned anything of bed sport while abroad."
He grinned and reminded her of the mischievous streak she once knew. "You will not regret it. I'll make sure of that." He stood. "Have a pleasant evening," he said and was gone.
Paris schooled her features, certain that the night was both pleasant and very much surprising. A turn of events she had not expected, but now looked forward to with more enthusiasm than she ought.
Careful, Paris. Do not lose your heart again.
She dismissed the thought, determined not to fail. Being intimate did not mean one had to lose one's heart. She would be careful to guard her emotions. It was only sex, after all, and she was no longer the naïve girl she had once been, and now Lord Astoridge would find out how true that was.
ChapterSix
The following evening Dominic pulled Paris into a waltz as soon as one started to play. He needed her in his arms, and now. It had been years since he had been so close to her, felt her womanly curves, and breathed in the delightful scent of lilies that always intoxicated him when she was near.
And now he had secured her agreement to be his lover. He wanted her, and soon. His body ached with the need to be with her, to have her in his arms, his to pleasure and enjoy. The thought of her speaking to him, of agreeing to his suggestion, left a heady ache in his groin that had not dissipated, not even when he had taken himself in hand.
"You appear very pleased with yourself, my lord," she said, looking up at him as he guided them about the dance floor.
He grinned and drank in her beauty. This evening she wore an abundance of diamonds in her hair that caught the candlelight as they danced, making her appear like a sparkling jewel.
His jewel he was determined to win again.
Not to mention her gown of copper tulle shimmered and hugged her womanly form, leaving very little to the imagination as to what lay beneath.
He wanted to get his hands on her body, honor and love it as she deserved. He wanted to hear her scream his name as he made her come.
"I have you speaking to me again. What is there not to be happy about?" he quipped. "There is no secret that behind all the finery and titles are just two people who find each other attractive. While we may not be as close as we once were, I am looking forward to seducing you," he whispered.
Her lips twitched before the slightest shrug lifted her shoulder. "You are very confident, my lord. I hope you do not disappoint."
"I will not, nor did I the last time, no matter what you say otherwise. I promise you that," he said, spinning them about before coming up the other side of the ballroom floor.
"There is one stipulation I require before we commence our illicit affair," she stated.
He watched her lips, and heat licked along his spine. He wanted to kiss her, here, now. "Anything," he said, willing to do whatever she wished, just so long as he got to taste her and soon.
"There is to be no kissing between us during our exchanges."
Dominic stumbled in the dance. "Apologies," he said, quickly gaining his feet. "I long to kiss you, Paris. Why can we not do so?" He fought to keep the disappointment and the longing from his tone but failed miserably.
"It is too intimate, I believe. I do not want you to think more of an interlude than what it is. A way for us both to enjoy each other, give each other pleasure with nothing else expected from the situation."
"I want to kiss you," he admitted. "I've wanted to kiss you from the very first moment I saw you again but days ago."
She shook her head, her attention shifting from him. "It is too personal. The deal is off if you cannot agree to this."
"I promise not to fall in love with you even if we do," he teased, hoping to change her mind. How could he make love to her, bring her to the heights of pleasure, and not kiss her sweet lips? "Please do not deny me this," he begged shamefully.
"If you do not agree to what I want, there will be nothing else between us, Lord Astoridge. Do you concur or not?" she demanded of him, her determination easy to read in her eyes.
He sighed, knowing there was little left to say, not that it would stop him from trying to change her mind. In time he may persuade her to kiss him. "Very well, I agree to what you wish, but I can kiss you anywhere else. Will you agree to that?"
"Of course. I look forward to where you think I may like being kissed."
His cock hardened, and he inwardly groaned at the thought of where he wanted to kiss, to lave and bring her to orgasm. "I could think of a few locations. I'm not certain you may know, but I would like to show you."
She chuckled, her eyes alight with mirth. "Oh, Lord Astoridge, there is nothing you can do to me that has not been done already. Lord Hervey was a passionate man, and I enjoyed my bed sport with him since we're being so very forward with each other."
