Her color returned and heightened into another blush. “I wouldn’t say thrilling,” she teased.
Minx. “Ah, you’ve simply proved your education is incomplete. After all, I wish your experience to be . . . satisfactory,” he murmured softly, reaching out and tugging on her hand till she was closer.
“And you are concerned I wasn’t impressed by your tutoring?” she asked, breathless.
“One can never be too certain, Miss Miranda.” He kissed her once more, playfully nipping, tasting, and delighting in her quick learning.
He leaned back, murmuring against her lips. “I’m afraid I’ll have to continue your lesson tomorrow. Practice makes perfect, you know.”
“So, I’ve not mastered the subject matter, is that it?” She leaned away just enough to meet his gaze.
“There’s always room for improvement.” He tugged the curl that had started the whole thing and allowed it to rest over her shoulder once more. “Good night, Miss Miranda.” He gave an unrepentant grin, turned, and left the stable.
He no longer wanted a long walk to clear his mind.
He wanted a cool bath to calm his feverish instincts.
He wasn’t sure who was in more trouble, Miss Miranda. . . or himself.
