“You may take the carriage,” Demetrius said to the driver. “I will escort Lady Teviot to the door.”
The driver nodded then clicked the reins.
“It is not so far that I cannot walk it myself,” she informed him.
“I will see you do the door,” he insisted and offered his arm.
It was but a few steps but Demetrius would not leave until she was safely inside.
When she placed her hand on the door, she turned to him. “I have arrived.”
“Thank you for an enjoyable evening,” he offered quietly, staring into her cool blue eyes and then to her full, coral lips.
He was done fighting his attraction and leaned forward and placed his lips against hers. It was gentle and sweet and when he pulled away, Demetrius waited for Lavinia to slap him.
Except she simply stared at him with parted lips, and that was all it took for him to pull her close and delve again.
Lavinia returned his kiss but was more hesitant, as if she was not certain what to do, nor did she return the embrace but stood there.
Demetrius pulled back and looked at her again. Had he made a significant error in judgement in kissing her?
“Yes...Well…goodnight, Demetrius.”
Lavinia opened her front door, stepped inside then closed it without another word.
Chapter
Ten
Lavinia leaned back against the front door then lifted her fingers to her lips.
Her heart still pounded and her hands shook.
Goodness!
Only one other man had ever kissed her but that had not been anything like the kisses from Demetrius.
Her husband’s lips had been cold and soft. Demetrius’ were warm and demanding.
Her husband had left her wondering why people kissed at all because he’d been so quick about it. Now she knew.
Goodness, when his tongue…she didn’t even know tongues were supposed to be involved. Not only that, but her body had also heated and if she were not mistaken, there was tingling in her breasts.
When he had stopped kissing her, Lavinia had no idea what to do next.
There were no words.
She was simply shocked that she had enjoyed something so…so…intimate.
Not that it was even close to the intimacies required of her in the marriage bed, but his kiss, the way he had held her, had invaded her mouth, seemed almost more intimate than anything she had experienced with her husband.
Further, she had enjoyed it. Very much enjoyed every moment of his kiss.
She pulled away from the door and climbed the stairs to her sleeping chamber.
This was all very confusing.
Yes, she had enjoyed the country dance…and then they had waltzed.
