application of his manly instrument. Her breasts suddenly, of their own accord and certainly without her permission, chafed in their stays, sensitized, heavy with the need to be stroked by his hands.
âMy lord?â
Her breath caught in her throat, her nipples hardened and clamored for Dareâs touch, joining a veritable cacophony of cries for attention from numerous other parts of her body. She wanted his hands on her flesh, touching her, warming her, easing the ache that he started so deep inside her. She wanted it all, and she wanted it right at that moment. She took a step toward him. His eyes glittered darkly as he moved toward her, making a soft noise deep in his chest that answered the look in her eyes.
âDare!â
âMy lady!â
Two outraged voices cried out at the same time, breaking the spell. Dare frowned. Charlotte stepped back, her body crying out in silent frustration. She ordered her body to cease its lamentings and promised it that fulfillment would come next Wednesday night. âPerhaps sooner,â she mused, her eyes once more on the banded muscles of Dareâs arms. His fingers twitched in response.
âYou see, Dare, Lady Charlotte is quite overcome by your uncouth appearance,â Patricia said as she tugged Charlotte back toward the lumpy settee. âCome and sit next to me, Lady Charlotte, and we shall excuse my brother while he puts himself to rights.â
Charlotte opened her mouth to say that wasnât in the least bit necessary or desired, but Dare had evidently remembered the reason for his returning.
âI have been working on my engine,â he said to Charlotte by way of an explanation, âand I shall return to that just as soon as you explain this.â
He held out her list of locations and guests.
âYour suggestions were unacceptable. You are an earl. I am the daughter of an earl, and the widow of the heir to a count. We cannot have our wedding in a small, poky church. Where would all the guests sit?â
âWhich brings me to the subject of your guest list,â Dare growled.
Charlotte gave him a triumphant smile. âThe selection of wedding guests, Alasdair, is the brideâs prerovative.â
âPrerogative, and that right is revoked when the groom is paying for the whole bloody thing, as Batsfoam informs me I am.â
âDare!â Patricia cried.
Charlotte jumped up from the settee and lifted her chin at him.
âSince you have no dowry, and no family to pay for the wedding, you will practice the utmost economy and organize it to my scriptures. Strictures ,â he corrected himself. âGood God, your tongue is contagious!â
âThereâs nothing wrong with my tongue,â Charlotte snapped, at her limit for being insulted and yelled at. âWhich youâd know if you took the time to kiss me. You didnât even do so when you offered for me, you beastly man, you!â
âYou were wearing a beard,â he snarled, stepping closer to her, the air around them both growing heated once again.
âWell, Iâm not now,â she answered, taking a step toward him.
âFine!â he roared.
âFine!â she agreed, her hands fisted, prepared to do more than poke him in the bare part of his chest if he didnât do the proper thing by her. She didnât have time to think of just what sheâd do to his chest before his mouth took possession of hers.
âDare! You canât!â
âMy lord!â
âLady Charlotte, you mustnât!â
âMy lady!â
âOh, Batsfoam, do something!â
âShort of warming up his lordshipâs bed, I am at a loss as to what youâd have me do, miss.â
âBatsfoam!â
Charlotte ignored both of them, ignored the voice in her head telling her that virtuous women did not encourage men to kiss them, ignored reason and common sense and gave herself up to the pure, hot magic of Dareâs
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