Excerpt from Enslaving the Day
“I find that shocking.” Lord Dailey stopped and faced her. “Do you typically call out the name of a man you care nothing about during an intimate moment? To date, his name has been on your lips every time you’ve been in my arms.”
Forcing the agitation from her face, she pulled her lips into a smile. “You have no knowledge of how many times I’ve mentioned your name while kissing another gentleman.”
Fury darkened his face as his eyes narrowed. She wondered at his reaction. Honestly, she thought he’d be pleased, or at the very least relieved, for her mention of his friend to have meant nothing.
“You have done no such thing,” he ground out. “I’d venture to say I’m the only man you’ve kissed.”
Laughter bubbled to the surface. “How quickly you have forgotten my disastrous mistake with Lord Higgins. When the ladies found us, his lips were attached to mine.” Not to mention when she’d pressed her lips to Ian’s in the garden.
He took a step toward her, cutting off her amusement. “That’s different. Did you invite his kiss? Did you kiss him back? Did he kiss you like I kiss you?”
Her heart sped at the rough sound of his voice. He was so close, she couldn’t breathe. This was not part of the plan at all. Nor was her hope that he would close the distance between them. Her body ached, demanding she lean forward. Just one kiss. How could that be so bad?
With one gloved finger, he traced a line down her face and tilted her chin up to his. She shivered as her lips parted. Any minute now.
Tingling began in her stomach and moved outward down her body. Why wasn’t he doing anything? The anticipation was wreaking havoc with her senses. Her hearing had dulled and black spots began to cloud her vision.
“What? No answer for me? How interesting.” With that, he stepped back and surveyed her with a cocky grin.
Forcing the agitation from her face, she pulled her lips into a smile. “You have no knowledge of how many times I’ve mentioned your name while kissing another gentleman.”
Fury darkened his face as his eyes narrowed. She wondered at his reaction. Honestly, she thought he’d be pleased, or at the very least relieved, for her mention of his friend to have meant nothing.
“You have done no such thing,” he ground out. “I’d venture to say I’m the only man you’ve kissed.”
Laughter bubbled to the surface. “How quickly you have forgotten my disastrous mistake with Lord Higgins. When the ladies found us, his lips were attached to mine.” Not to mention when she’d pressed her lips to Ian’s in the garden.
He took a step toward her, cutting off her amusement. “That’s different. Did you invite his kiss? Did you kiss him back? Did he kiss you like I kiss you?”
Her heart sped at the rough sound of his voice. He was so close, she couldn’t breathe. This was not part of the plan at all. Nor was her hope that he would close the distance between them. Her body ached, demanding she lean forward. Just one kiss. How could that be so bad?
With one gloved finger, he traced a line down her face and tilted her chin up to his. She shivered as her lips parted. Any minute now.
Tingling began in her stomach and moved outward down her body. Why wasn’t he doing anything? The anticipation was wreaking havoc with her senses. Her hearing had dulled and black spots began to cloud her vision.
“What? No answer for me? How interesting.” With that, he stepped back and surveyed her with a cocky grin.