moving up her bodice until it cupped her breast, she moaned low in her throat. Alex continued the pleasurable torment, teasing her through the fabric until her nipple hardened into a tight bud.
Only when he dipped into her bodice, and she felt the shock of his caress on her bare flesh, did Elizabeth remember any sense of propriety.
She jerked back, twisting from him until she landed in an unceremonious heap on the floor beside the settee. She stared at him, trying to catch her breath. The awkwardness of her position hastened the return of her senses. Luckily she was too mortified by her lack of propriety to be embarrassed by her lack of grace.
What had she just done?
Alex stared back, his eyes full of dark heat. Slowly he straightened and stood, formally offering a hand to assist her.
Mechanically, she took it and allowed him to haul her to her feet. She straightened her clothing, then began searching for her hairpins, all the while not saying a word to the man she’d just passionately kissed.
Even as she berated herself for her behavior, she already missed his touch on her skin. What must he think of her? Oh, Lord, she was a fool. Much as she might wish for the freedom the duke enjoyed, she did not have it. Dallying with the Duke of Beaufort would surely get her fired from her governess’s position. She snatched up her scattered pins and hastily jammed them into her hair.
Alex, who’d remained silent until now, gently stilled her hands. “Here, now. There’s no need to stab yourself. It can’t have been that bad a kiss.”
Alex may have been used to such casual dalliance, but Elizabeth was not, and she did not know how to respond to the light teasing in his tone. How could he be so nonchalant? Had the kiss not affected him as it did her? Perhaps not. After all, he was far more experienced. To her horror, tears welled in her eyes.
She turned away to hide them, but not before the duke noticed. He cupped her chin to turn her head back, then stroked her cheekbone with his thumb. Elizabeth closed her eyes and held very still, wanting more than anything to go to him, to let him fold her in his strong arms and comfort her. It made no sense, for he was the cause of her discomfort, but her emotions were too jumbled to care.
Finally she managed to whisper, “I should go.”
To her combined relief and disappointment, he stepped back. “As you wish. There’s more to you than I would have guessed. I find you very intriguing, Miss Medford.”
Elizabeth, desperate to recover some normalcy, reverted to their formal roles and dropped him a curtsy.
He regarded her with amusement, evident in the slight quirk of his full lips and the crinkles at the corner of his eyes. He bowed.
“You may leave now, Elizabeth. But do not think for a moment I will not seek you out again.”
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