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" Gazing at Grace's profile, he skimmed his fingertips along the side of her neck.
She shivered and gave a small shrug to discourage his touch.
With a smile, he paused before moving to toy with a curl at her nape.
"Jack, stop," she said on a hushed undertone.
"Why?" he teased.
"You know why. Now stop."
His lips twitched. Reaching higher, he traced the shell-like edge of her ear, drawing a quiver from her this time.
"Please."
He smiled, slow and intimate. "Please what?"
"We're in a theater."
"Yes, but in this dark corner no one can see."
"What about Aunt Jane?"
She is busy watching the play." Angling his head, he caught her earlobe between his teeth and gave a light, playful nip.
Her eyelashes fluttered and she bit her own lip to hold back a sigh.
"I could do more," he promised in a low, suggestive tone. "
― Tracy Anne Warren , Seduced by His Touch (The Byrons of Braebourne, #2)
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" He skimmed his knuckles over her jaw before roaming lower to the satiny column of her neck, then back up again. "Surely you could stay for dinner? You said yourself your aunt is away. I can't believe you would prefer eating alone."
Her frown increased. "No, but-"
"Then stay. My cook sets an excellent table. Delicious fare designed to tempt any palate. Tell me your favorites and I'll send word to her to make them especially for you."
Sliding his arm around her back, he bent and pressed his mouth to the base of her throat. "Do you like roast beef?"
"Ahh, I..."
"Too heavy, you're right," he stated, dropping kisses against her skin in a leisurely pattern. "What about venison? Unless you are worried it might be gamey. Hmm, I agree."
Her eyelids fluttered, one hand coming up to catch in the fabric of his coat.
Working his way up, he paused and breathed a gentle gust of warm, brandy-scented air into her ear. She shuddered, a tiny moan escaping her lips.
"Partridge, perhaps? In a sweet vermouth with plump raisins and orange peel. How does that sound?"
"Delightful."
He smiled, wondering if she was referring to the food or his kisses. He definitely hoped the latter.
"Or I know," he whispered, brushing his mouth ever so lightly against hers. "Lobster and oysters. Light and delicate, with a taste as fresh as the sea. Shall we try that? I could feed them to you bite by delectable bite. "
― Tracy Anne Warren , Seduced by His Touch (The Byrons of Braebourne, #2)
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" Leaning forward, he dusted a kiss over her lips, his touch light and sensuous. Her eyes closed, wonder and delight shimmering through her like faerie dust- dreams wrapping her in their silken hold.
"You love me, Grace." His mouth brushed against hers. "That's what you said last night. You meant it, did you not?"
Her eyes opened, locking on his. "Yes, I meant it," she said in a hushed tone. "Of course, I love you. "
― Tracy Anne Warren , Seduced by His Touch (The Byrons of Braebourne, #2)
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" Somehow, without her awareness, she'd obviously sought him out during the night, curling around him like a vine while she'd slumbered. Mortified, she tried to pull away. "I-I'm sorry. I didn't realize... that is, I didn't mean to... to..."
"Sleep on me?" he drawled, his words slow and husky.
Opening her mouth, she tried to speak, but nothing came out. She nodded instead.
"Don't worry." He smiled. "You make a very nice blanket. "
― Tracy Anne Warren , Seduced by His Touch (The Byrons of Braebourne, #2)
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" She whimpered as he forced another helpless moan from her lips.
Moments later, he paused and raised his head, meeting her gaze across her recumbent form. "Did you say something?"
'N-no," she whispered, shuddering at the cessation of his caresses.
"Oh. My mistake. Shall I continue?"
Continue tormenting her, he meant. Still, how could she say no?
"Please, Jack."
"Please, what?"
Despite their intimacy, she felt her cheeks flush. "Y-you know."
"I'm sorry. I'm afraid you'll have to be more specific."
She blushed and groaned. "Don't do this."
"Do what?"
"T-torment me."
"Is that what I'm doing? I thought I was pleasuring you."
"You are, but you're not letting me-"
"Letting you what?" he drawled in a devil's voice.
"God, I don't know how much more I can take."
His eyes darkened. "Oh, you can take more. A lot more. Then again, just say the words and I'll give you what you want. Tell me how much you need this from me. Tell me how much you love this from me. "
― Tracy Anne Warren , Seduced by His Touch (The Byrons of Braebourne, #2)
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" Ranunculus chose that moment to saunter inside, the big orange cat going straight across to Jack to rub against his trouser legs. Clearly unconcerned about any hair the feline might be leaving behind, Jack bent to stroke the cat's striped head and back.
"I see the two of you have already met," she remarked, observing the friendly byplay.
Soft purrs issued from the cat, his eyes closing with contentment as Jack scratched him under his chin. "Indeed," Jack said. "This big fellow introduced himself to me while you were sleeping. He's quite expert at hogging the sofa." His gaze moved to the cat. "Aren't you... Ranunculus, is it not?"
"That's right," she confirmed. Obviously Jack had gleaned additional "interesting details" from the servants.
He stroked the cat's head, his voice lowering. "At least she didn't call you Buttercup, old man."
"You know what ranunculus means?" she said, surprised.
His gaze swung up to meet hers. "I know a great deal more on that subject than you might imagine. Let's just say you... inspired me to learn. "
― Tracy Anne Warren , Seduced by His Touch (The Byrons of Braebourne, #2)
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" He supposed there were worse things than marriage, although right now he couldn't seem to think of any. 'Cade looks happy enough,' Jack reasoned, as his attention returned to the ceremony. 'Why wouldn't he though, when he is marrying an angel?'
His brother's bride, Meg, certainly looked the part, dressed all in white, with her blond hair swept upward in soft waves beneath her lace veil, her lake blue eyes aglow with unconcealed joy. Her love for Cade was clear, as was her gentle sweetness and caring ways. 'Cade is a fortunate man,' he thought. 'I should be half so lucky. "
― Tracy Anne Warren , Seduced by His Touch (The Byrons of Braebourne, #2)
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" She watched him with brazen interest, reclining against the pillows as he revealed inch by delicious inch of hard masculine flesh. The sight of him made her giddy. He was better than any Grecian sculpture she'd ever seen- long and tall where he should be, broad across the shoulders, but equally narrow at the hips. Muscles flexed beneath his superb physique, powerful bone and sinew covered by taut, supple skin. A dusting of short dark hair grew on his powerful legs and across his elegant forearms. His chest was covered by a heavier thatch of nearly black hair. A line of it tapered downward across his flat stomach, then all but disappeared, before flaring out again around his groin.
It was this last part of him that fixed her attention most completely. From the instant he stripped of his pantaloons and drawers, she couldn't look away. Without conscious awareness, she riveted her gaze on his swollen shaft, taking note of its rampant length and girth. "
― Tracy Anne Warren , Seduced by His Touch (The Byrons of Braebourne, #2)
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" Emboldened, she skimmed her fingers across his buttocks, feeling the muscles clench in response, then onward to the top of his thigh, finding it just a bit rough with hair. Then, before she had time to talk to herself out of the impulse, she reached for his shaft and encircled him with her fingers.
A harsh groan issued from his throat.
She stiffened and began to withdraw, but he stopped her with a hand, forcing her fingers to stay where they were. "Stroke me," he said. "Please."
Trembling, she hesitated just a moment more, then did as he wished.
The feel of him was astonishing, hard and thick, yet covered with a skin as sleek and smooth as velvet. She glided up his length, then down, pausing at the last to brush a curious thumb across the tip. His shaft jumped in her palm, Jack releasing another throaty moan.
"Harder," he said. "Stroke me harder."
And she did, caressing him with increasing confidence while he massaged her breasts and took her mouth in a savage kiss. As she opened her lips wide, he slid his tongue inside, licking and lapping, then thrusting in and out in time to the movements of her hand.
He kissed her until she was dizzy, her grip gradually weakening on him as he drowned her in a tide of pleasure. "
― Tracy Anne Warren , Seduced by His Touch (The Byrons of Braebourne, #2)
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" In and out he went. In and out, over and over again until sparks of her earlier desire began to rekindle. He kissed her- long, wet, open-mouthed kisses that stole her breath, even as the vigorous movements of his hips turned her liquid and wanton with need.
She cried out, only this time not in pain, but in longing. Digging her heels into his buttocks, she urged him onward, clasping him to her with a sudden desperation she was helpless to resist.
Arching, she bounded upward to meet him, to take him as far and fast as her body would allow. Keening sounds came from her mouth, moans she barely recognized as her own as she gripped him harder. She remembered him saying something once about liking to ride, and suddenly she knew what he'd meant.
He was riding her- and it was sheer heaven. "
― Tracy Anne Warren , Seduced by His Touch (The Byrons of Braebourne, #2)
