She did so slowly, and Emory regretted his request. Most women did so naturally or to spark desire. The tip of Violet’s tongue on her upper lip heated him to the core and he desired more than her willing lips on his.
“Now, keep your lips parted and close your eyes.”
She did as he requested.
“Are you relaxed?”
“Yes, Lord Ferrard.”
“Emory,” he corrected.
Her eyelashes began to lift.
“Keep your eyes closed.”
Violet took a deep breath.
He leaned in, barely a breath away. “I’d have you call me Emory,” he asked in a low tone.
“Emory.” His name was barely a whisper and desire shot through him as he placed his lips against hers. She softened and she also joined in the kiss, her lips slightly parted as their breaths mingled. Emory tilted his head slightly as a hand slipped about her waist pulling her close. Her lips pressed back on his, more fully engaged and he tasted her. Barely at first. Violet paused for a mere moment, then continued kissing him, and Emory delved into her heat, pulling her close.
Violet wound her arms about his shoulders, her fingers threading through his hair, their bodies pressed tightly.
She mimicked his kiss, her tongue tangled with his, learning quickly as desire engulfed his being. He wanted to keep kissing her, but he wanted more. He wanted to divest her of the gown and discover all the wonder beneath, and as his physical desire began to take form, Emory knew that he’d need to step away. Violet might take note, become offended, angry, or worse, question him, as her mind was a curious one.
With reluctance, Emory broke the kiss and stood back, surprised that he needed to catch his breath.
Violet also pulled away from him. And placed a hand against her chest, just over her breasts.
“Goodness. You are quite skilled at kissing, Lord Ferrard. Or so I assume, as I have no further experience in which to make a comparison.”
“That, dear Violet, was a proper kiss.”
“I don’t believe there was anythingproperabout it, Lord Ferrard,” she returned. “But I thank you for the experience.”
Had she not been moved in the slightest?
Bloody hell! He was in need of a dip in the cold sea, and she was unaffected.
Had his skills abandoned him?
Did she feel nothing?
“Well, now that it’s done, you can go.”
“Go?” He’d just kissed her thoroughly, and Violet was sending him away.
Would he ever come to understand this lady?
“We’ve courted long enough for today, and there are matters that I must attend to.”
He was dismissed. Being sent away.
Rejected!
“Very well,” Emory managed to state. “I shall take my leave and call on you tomorrow.” He barely executed a bow, then retreated.
Violet watcheduntil she could no long see Emory, then sank onto a cushioned bench and blew out a sigh.
