her lips in what was meant to be a tender kiss. But the feel of her softness against his hard chest, the scent of her tickling his nostrils, drove him past reason.
He plundered her mouth ruthlessly, feeding off her artless response with a fervor that shocked him.
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Stormy knew in the recesses of her mind that she should stop him, but his lips did such marvelous things to her insides. Something untamed skittered through her and settled in the depth of her belly, clenching and pulsing with a life of its own.
She moaned and worked her fingers inside of André’s shirt, caressing the smooth warm flesh of his torso in ever widening circles. Muscles rippled against her sensitive palm and she pressed her thighs together in an attempt to still the throbbing that seemed to increase with every passing minute.
André made every effort to stop. He tried to pull away from her, tried to hide the extent of his arousal that strained against the tight front of his breeches. God, he wanted her. Her scent took on what she offered.
A smidgen of restraint kept him from doing just that. He’d been taught young how to please a woman by the most experienced courtesans Paris had to offer; his father had seen to that. He knew how to pleasure a woman and he knew how it felt to be pleasured without having to give back. He had made love to women of different hues and backgrounds, often in daring settings and his idea of lovemaking had become rather jaded.
One thing he had never experienced was the gift of a woman’s virginity. And he did not have to ask Stormy, he could tell by her clumsy attempts at kissing, her guileless reaction just how innocent she was. No, he would not take her here on the grass, though his manhood clamored for release and his mind teased him with images of the bliss he would experience once he had entered her.
Brusquely, he pushed her away and held her at arm’s length. “You are playing with fire, Stormy. You should never be alone with a man, who felt no compunction when he kidnapped you, whose character you rightly question.” His eyes turned the color of a summer night and he bit out, “You should never be alone with any man.” The thought of her in the arms of someone else drove him to distraction.
Stormy raised her eyes to his and was stunned by the turmoil she saw in them. Shame suffused her and a blush crept up her delicate throat. Her body still throbbed with unrequited desire and she lashed out the only way she knew.
She slapped him hard. “You cad,” she spat and turned to run.
André’s cheek stung from her slap, but his heart hurt worse from the contempt he had seen in her eyes. He sank back to the ground and leaned against the trunk of the oak tree. He should be elated that he didn’t have to offer marriage. He should be proud that he’d let her walk away untouched. So, why did he feel like the lowest of creatures and why did he ache from her rejection?
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CHAPTER NINE
Bellingshire Manor loomed grander than Trevor would have expected. It surprised him that it only carried the title of baron with its entailment. The home sat on a gentle hill surrounded by beds overflowing with a wealth of late season roses.
The curved driveway brought Trevor and Annemarie’s carriage right to the palatial double doors that were overshadowed by a lovely porte cochère, which protected visitors from the weather.
Before the driver could properly bring the carriage to a halt and rein in his team of horses, the doors opened wide and William Cormac and his wife hurried forward, welcoming smiles on their faces.
Trevor jumped down, ignoring the steps the coachman pulled down for his comfort, and exclaiming his joy he rushed into the open arms of his friends.
Annemarie waited patiently for him to return and help her down, while she studied the older couple from her vantage point. Even though they were a good distance from each other and had never made
He plundered her mouth ruthlessly, feeding off her artless response with a fervor that shocked him.
STORMY HEIDE KATROS
47
Stormy knew in the recesses of her mind that she should stop him, but his lips did such marvelous things to her insides. Something untamed skittered through her and settled in the depth of her belly, clenching and pulsing with a life of its own.
She moaned and worked her fingers inside of André’s shirt, caressing the smooth warm flesh of his torso in ever widening circles. Muscles rippled against her sensitive palm and she pressed her thighs together in an attempt to still the throbbing that seemed to increase with every passing minute.
André made every effort to stop. He tried to pull away from her, tried to hide the extent of his arousal that strained against the tight front of his breeches. God, he wanted her. Her scent took on what she offered.
A smidgen of restraint kept him from doing just that. He’d been taught young how to please a woman by the most experienced courtesans Paris had to offer; his father had seen to that. He knew how to pleasure a woman and he knew how it felt to be pleasured without having to give back. He had made love to women of different hues and backgrounds, often in daring settings and his idea of lovemaking had become rather jaded.
One thing he had never experienced was the gift of a woman’s virginity. And he did not have to ask Stormy, he could tell by her clumsy attempts at kissing, her guileless reaction just how innocent she was. No, he would not take her here on the grass, though his manhood clamored for release and his mind teased him with images of the bliss he would experience once he had entered her.
Brusquely, he pushed her away and held her at arm’s length. “You are playing with fire, Stormy. You should never be alone with a man, who felt no compunction when he kidnapped you, whose character you rightly question.” His eyes turned the color of a summer night and he bit out, “You should never be alone with any man.” The thought of her in the arms of someone else drove him to distraction.
Stormy raised her eyes to his and was stunned by the turmoil she saw in them. Shame suffused her and a blush crept up her delicate throat. Her body still throbbed with unrequited desire and she lashed out the only way she knew.
She slapped him hard. “You cad,” she spat and turned to run.
André’s cheek stung from her slap, but his heart hurt worse from the contempt he had seen in her eyes. He sank back to the ground and leaned against the trunk of the oak tree. He should be elated that he didn’t have to offer marriage. He should be proud that he’d let her walk away untouched. So, why did he feel like the lowest of creatures and why did he ache from her rejection?
STORMY HEIDE KATROS
48
CHAPTER NINE
Bellingshire Manor loomed grander than Trevor would have expected. It surprised him that it only carried the title of baron with its entailment. The home sat on a gentle hill surrounded by beds overflowing with a wealth of late season roses.
The curved driveway brought Trevor and Annemarie’s carriage right to the palatial double doors that were overshadowed by a lovely porte cochère, which protected visitors from the weather.
Before the driver could properly bring the carriage to a halt and rein in his team of horses, the doors opened wide and William Cormac and his wife hurried forward, welcoming smiles on their faces.
Trevor jumped down, ignoring the steps the coachman pulled down for his comfort, and exclaiming his joy he rushed into the open arms of his friends.
Annemarie waited patiently for him to return and help her down, while she studied the older couple from her vantage point. Even though they were a good distance from each other and had never made
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