“The burden?” Glynnis wanted to clobber him again. “How rude! May I remind you thatyouwere the one who invitedmeto the theatre tonight?”
“Yes, I did, and I enjoyed myself.”
She had a notion they could enjoy themselves quite a bit more if he weren’t so wary of her. She sighed, and his glance fell to her rising and falling chest, before raising again to her face.
“As did I,” she confessed. “I never considered I was a burden to you.”
His gaze held hers. She thought he had something more to say, but he remained silent. Then this handsome man, tall as a tree, with shoulders that made her feel small and protected, this viscount who smelled like fresh laundered linen hanging outside on a sunny day, this nobleman with his perfectly tied cravat leaned toward her.
Chapter Twelve
With his expressionunreadable, Hargrove slowly took her mouth under his, and Glynnis closed her eyes.
The floor sloped beneath her feet. No other part of him touched her, but her entire body heated and tingled. When he tilted his head farther, the force of his firm mouth pressed her head back against the door. If she thought about it, she would swear Hargrove’s kiss made the sensitive area between her legs start to throb.
Unable to keep from touching him another second, she raised her hands and managed to thread her fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck. That caused her breasts to lift. When her taut nipples brushed against the fabric of her shift, she moaned. Almost desperately, she wished to bare herself to his gaze, and then ...Then what?
Glynnis wanted to feel his mouth directly upon her breast. Indeed, she could almost imagine how glorious it would be.
“Hargrove,” she breathed against his mouth, and he insinuated his thigh between her legs.
Reaching around her, he cradled her bottom with his large palms and drew her up his leg, stimulating her womanly core.
Drawn away from the support of the paneled door, her head fell back, and he broke off the kiss to nibble a trail along her chin and down her arched neck. When the tip of his tongue touched her skin at the base of her throat, she shivered.
Glynnis was sure her heart was going to beat out of her chest. And no hotel staff carrying a bathtub would be showing up to interrupt the moment.
With no words passing between them, he removed one hand from her person, still balancing her upon his upper thigh, while he reached around to push down on the handle and send the door drifting ajar behind her.
As Glynnis’s eyes flew open and she slid off his leg, Hargrove walked her backward into the room, his mouth claiming hers again, even as she heard him kick the door shut.
Well!
And then everything seemed to happen in a flurry of movements, as the back of her legs eventually touched the side of her tidily made bed. Without breaking the fusion of their lips, he shrugged out of his jacket, dropping it behind him, and then dragged off her shawl which was draped precariously around her shoulders. He tossed this over her head.
To see his reaction, she raised her hand and knocked off his hat, sending it flying against the far wall.
