had…
“Susannah did you really kiss Frannie?”
“I am surpris ed it took you so long to ask,” she replied with a laugh, glancing over her shoulder at him.
“It’s not exactly a conversation to be had on horseback down London thoroughfares.”
“No? Two men, boasting of their conquests?” she asked, taking a seat on the settee.
“You can boast about it now. I’ll listen. Attentively,” he said, sitting down beside her and giving his complete consideration.
“It was soft. And sweet,” she said dreamily. “It felt…pretty.”
Damien did not quite understand how something could feel pretty but he was willing to be instructed on the matter.
“Start at the beginning. Tell me every little detail.”
“ You are such a rogue! Did you not say you resolved to amend your wicked ways? Would a gentleman inquire about the details of a lady’s kisses?”
“I think we’ve long since abandoned proper behavior for ladies and gentlemen for the day. Now tell me about this wicked kiss of yours, or will I have to torture you for the details?”
“ It was in the hallway. The light was dim. She waited for me outside of the necessary. We were alone.”
“Go on.”
“She said I was nice. Well, she said Percy was nice. Percy was such a nice young lad. And I said she was nice. She really was the sweetest girl.”
“This is not what I imagined girl kiss es to be,” Damien said, a bit disappointed.
“You imagined it?”
“Of course I did. Any man would. So you’re in the hall and we’ve determined that everyone is nice. And then what happened?”
Susannah sighed and gazed dreamily off in the distance as if she were reliving the kiss in her mind. He wasn’t sure what was more arousing: his imagining the kiss or hearing Susannah speak softly to him about it.
“I don’t know, just that our gazes locked. Her eyes were very blue. Her lips parted and my attention was drawn to her mouth.”
“Like this?”
He leaned in closer. His gaze fell to her lips, pink and plump and inviting.
“Mmm. And I knew it was inevitable,” she murmured. “Our lips, touching. I don’t know if she kissed me or I kissed her. I just knew her lips were so soft. She tasted sweet. Innocent. Soft and tender.”
“Like this?”
He brought his own mouth close to hers, almost close enough for a kiss. When she spoke, he felt her breath upon his lips.
“ This…is far more…dangerous.”
“My innocence and sweetness are long gone, I fear,” Damien murmured, and for just a second he pressed his lips against hers. A kiss, almost.
“Mine aren’t ,” Susannah said in a whisper. “I ran my fingers through her hair, like this.” She ran her fingers through his hair. He leaned into her touch, so gentle, so intimate.
“Like this?” Then instead of tugging her curls as he usually did, Damien sank his fingers into her luscious auburn hair. “Did you feel her?”
“We started to embrace, and stand close but then I was aware of her…” Susannah’s whisper tapered off.
“Breasts?” Damien asked, daring to touch hers with just his fingertips. Her breasts rose as she breathed deeply.
“Yes,” she exhaled and she didn’t know if she was answering the question or responding to his touch.
“Did you like kissing her, Susannah?”
“I did, Damien, I did,” she said in a rushed whisper.
“ You naughty girl,” he murmured. But dear God how this naughty girl had him aroused. He was damn near about to ravish her on the settee, in the afternoon. They hadn’t really kissed yet. He’d barely touched her. But she’d bewitched him with her story and he was dying with anticipation of the possibilities. “And do you like this?”
Damien pushed her hair aside and pressed a hot kiss upon her neck.
“Yes,” she sighed. “Does that make me horribly wanton?”
“I t makes you a queen of pleasure…but I suspect you don’t know all the pleasure you could have,” he murmured. Then he pulled back to look her in the
“Susannah did you really kiss Frannie?”
“I am surpris ed it took you so long to ask,” she replied with a laugh, glancing over her shoulder at him.
“It’s not exactly a conversation to be had on horseback down London thoroughfares.”
“No? Two men, boasting of their conquests?” she asked, taking a seat on the settee.
“You can boast about it now. I’ll listen. Attentively,” he said, sitting down beside her and giving his complete consideration.
“It was soft. And sweet,” she said dreamily. “It felt…pretty.”
Damien did not quite understand how something could feel pretty but he was willing to be instructed on the matter.
“Start at the beginning. Tell me every little detail.”
“ You are such a rogue! Did you not say you resolved to amend your wicked ways? Would a gentleman inquire about the details of a lady’s kisses?”
“I think we’ve long since abandoned proper behavior for ladies and gentlemen for the day. Now tell me about this wicked kiss of yours, or will I have to torture you for the details?”
“ It was in the hallway. The light was dim. She waited for me outside of the necessary. We were alone.”
“Go on.”
“She said I was nice. Well, she said Percy was nice. Percy was such a nice young lad. And I said she was nice. She really was the sweetest girl.”
“This is not what I imagined girl kiss es to be,” Damien said, a bit disappointed.
“You imagined it?”
“Of course I did. Any man would. So you’re in the hall and we’ve determined that everyone is nice. And then what happened?”
Susannah sighed and gazed dreamily off in the distance as if she were reliving the kiss in her mind. He wasn’t sure what was more arousing: his imagining the kiss or hearing Susannah speak softly to him about it.
“I don’t know, just that our gazes locked. Her eyes were very blue. Her lips parted and my attention was drawn to her mouth.”
“Like this?”
He leaned in closer. His gaze fell to her lips, pink and plump and inviting.
“Mmm. And I knew it was inevitable,” she murmured. “Our lips, touching. I don’t know if she kissed me or I kissed her. I just knew her lips were so soft. She tasted sweet. Innocent. Soft and tender.”
“Like this?”
He brought his own mouth close to hers, almost close enough for a kiss. When she spoke, he felt her breath upon his lips.
“ This…is far more…dangerous.”
“My innocence and sweetness are long gone, I fear,” Damien murmured, and for just a second he pressed his lips against hers. A kiss, almost.
“Mine aren’t ,” Susannah said in a whisper. “I ran my fingers through her hair, like this.” She ran her fingers through his hair. He leaned into her touch, so gentle, so intimate.
“Like this?” Then instead of tugging her curls as he usually did, Damien sank his fingers into her luscious auburn hair. “Did you feel her?”
“We started to embrace, and stand close but then I was aware of her…” Susannah’s whisper tapered off.
“Breasts?” Damien asked, daring to touch hers with just his fingertips. Her breasts rose as she breathed deeply.
“Yes,” she exhaled and she didn’t know if she was answering the question or responding to his touch.
“Did you like kissing her, Susannah?”
“I did, Damien, I did,” she said in a rushed whisper.
“ You naughty girl,” he murmured. But dear God how this naughty girl had him aroused. He was damn near about to ravish her on the settee, in the afternoon. They hadn’t really kissed yet. He’d barely touched her. But she’d bewitched him with her story and he was dying with anticipation of the possibilities. “And do you like this?”
Damien pushed her hair aside and pressed a hot kiss upon her neck.
“Yes,” she sighed. “Does that make me horribly wanton?”
“I t makes you a queen of pleasure…but I suspect you don’t know all the pleasure you could have,” he murmured. Then he pulled back to look her in the
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