Season For Surrender (A Danby Family Novella Book 2) by Julie Johnstone

him.
Elation coursed through her.
    He drew her tight against his chest. “I
was going to kidnap you, like my grandfather did my grandmother. And then I was
going to show you, with painstakingly slow, sensual caresses, how exquisite and
empowering two people coming together could be.”
    When he dropped his gaze from her eyes
to her shoulders to her breasts, her heart jolted and her pulse pounded. “Well,
my lord, you won my heart this week with your kindness and tenderness. Now I’d
like to see how you win my body.”
    He swept her weightlessly into his arms.
“Your wish is my command.”

 

    Many months later, Lillian studied her
husband’s sensual profile as he dressed for the theatre. Dark tendrils of hair
curled around his forehead and his full lips curved in a smile while he tried
to tie his cravat. He growled in frustration. “I can feel you watching me.”
    She leaned up on her elbow, the silken
sheets of their bed gliding across the bare skin of her arm. “Let me help you.”
    “All right.” He swung towards her, his
eyes glittering with a dangerous desire she adored.
    She scrambled to her knees and picked up
the pillow beside her. “No, you don’t. We’ve no time for another romp. Your
grandfather will be livid if we miss meeting him at the theatre again.”
    Nick slid off the cravat he’d been
tying, and whipped his shirt over his head. His taut belly made her stomach flutter
as it did every time she saw his flesh. He came to the bed and knelt before her
to run a finger over her breast. He swirled his finger around her nipple until
she couldn’t hold back her moan.
    “Nick.” She wasn’t sure if she was going
to tell him to stop or beg him to continue.
    “Hmm?” Leaning over her, he nuzzled her
neck with his lips and then moved lower to lick one breast and then the other.
Unable to hold back her desire, she tossed the pillow aside and threw her head
back as he sucked on her nipple. A hot ache grew inside her, and decision made,
she raked her nails up his back and delved her hands into his hair to press him
closer. She no longer gave a fig that the duke would be mad, or that as the
owner of the theatre she really should be at the opening night of the most
talked about play in Town.
    “Don’t stop. Miss Lloyd can handle the
opening and your grandfather.”
    When Nick stopped, exactly as she’d just
instructed him not to, she glared at him. He grinned. “Have I told you how
brilliant I think you are for hiring her as your theatre manager?”
    Lillian wiggled onto her back and
crooked a finger. In a flash, Nick loomed over her, the heat of his body
caressing her. “You’ve told me how brilliant I am for hiring her every time we
miss an opening.” Lillian giggled. She couldn’t help it. Irresponsible or not,
she was too happy to care, and Miss Lloyd really could handle everything.
    Nick bent and lavished kisses on her
from her neck all the way to her belly. When he was between her legs, he gently
spread her thighs and slowly stroked her core. She writhed underneath him,
arching to press closer towards his mouth.
    His tongue moved faster, causing blood
to surge from her center to the tips of her toes and her fingertips. Inside, a
familiar pulsing need built. His strokes slowed to a sensual pace that made her
cry out. “Faster. Dear God, faster.”
    He chuckled, sliding his tongue over her
sensitive flesh and then blowing on it to cool it. The teasing excited her to
the point she thought she may burst from wanting release. “Nicholas.” Her
ragged word was a warning and a plea. He rose over her, gripped her bottom and
lifted her towards him. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pressed her
hands against his solid thighs.
    Their gazes locked, as their breathing
came in unison. He squeezed her buttocks. “How is it possible I want you more
every time I take you? I don’t think my need will ever lessen.”
    She pulled on his neck until his mouth
found hers. His tongue tickled her lips,