The Lady Confesses. Carole Mortimer
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lengthy silence betrays your need to think of a suitable explanation for your behaviour,’ Nathaniel said quietly.
She drew in a determined breath. ‘You need only question your aunt to receive that explanation, my lord,’ she replied lightly as she continued to walk along the narrow path.
‘Which, for obvious reasons, I am not about to do!’
No, it really would not do for the Earl of Osbourne to show such an interest in the young lady who was companion to his aunt’s dog! ‘I assure you there is no mystery to the explanation, my lord; Mrs Wilson did not consider my full name of Elizabeth to be suitable for a servant in her household,’ she explained airily.
So her name was really Elizabeth, Nathaniel mused as he continued to stroll along at her side. Yes, he believed the elegance of that name suited this contradictory young woman far better than Betsy. ‘Then in future I shall call you Elizabeth—’
‘I wish you would not!’ She had come to another halt in her agitation. ‘I—your aunt would not like it,’ she added with far less vehemence.
‘I do not recall saying that I intended asking my aunt’s permission,’ Nathaniel said drily.
Elizabeth frowned her displeasure. ‘You have not asked my permission, either, my lord—for if you had I should certainly have refused it.’
‘Perhaps when we are alone together like this—’
‘No, my lord!’
He shrugged. ‘I call Letitia by her given name.’
‘Because the two of you are related by marriage,’ she reasoned primly. ‘Whereas I am merely—’
‘—the young lady I kissed earlier today,’ Nathaniel completed her sentence huskily.
Deep blue eyes flashed up at him in the moonlight as she came to another halt on the pathway. ‘That you attempted to kiss, Lord Thorne! An attempt I believe I successfully routed,’ she added with smug satisfaction.
Her satisfaction alone would have been enough to prick Nathaniel’s masculine pride; that obvious air of smugness was taking things altogether too far!
Something that Elizabeth also became aware of as she began to back away from him warily. ‘You really cannot go around taking advantage of the young ladies who work in your aunt’s household, sir.’
‘There is only one young lady in my aunt’s household in whom I have the least interest in taking advantage of, my dear Elizabeth,’ Nathaniel murmured as he threw away the remains of his cigar to slowly follow her.
‘I am not your dear anything!’ she protested with righteous indignation.
‘Not yet, no,’ he acknowledged throatily.
‘Not ever!’ Her dark curls bounced in the moonlight. ‘My lord, you really cannot—’
‘Oh, but I really can.’ Nathaniel nodded with certainty.
‘You—oh!’ This second protest came to an abrupt halt as he pulled her effortlessly into his arms to hold her tightly against him.
‘And, my dear Elizabeth, this time we will have no unfair advantage taken of my bruised ribs.’ He grinned down at her wolfishly before his head lowered and he claimed her lips with his own.
Elizabeth had not been mistaken earlier; it was both enthralment and pleasure she felt at having Nathaniel Thorne’s experienced lips upon her own. A warm, tingling pleasure began at her breasts, causing them to swell and those tiny swollen buds at the tips to press sensitively against the bodice of her gown, before it surged through the rest of her body and ended between her thighs.
Oh, my!
Elizabeth had never experienced anything like this particular heat before; it felt as if she were swelling there, too, and there was also a dampness that, although slightly uncomfortable, nevertheless made her legs tremble and her knees feel decidedly weak …
Her hands moved to the front of Nathaniel’s silk waistcoat, fingers curling into that material in an effort to steady herself, instantly becoming aware of the heated hardness of his muscled body beneath that waistcoat and shirt—firm, ridged muscle that quivered in response to her touch as his mouth continued to devour her own.
It was, Elizabeth decided completely breathlessly, the most thrilling experience of her life. Unlike anything she had ever known or felt before. The heat that coursed through her body increased tenfold as one of his hands moved to capture the swell of her breast—
Elizabeth felt bereft as he suddenly ended that kiss, blinking up at him as he scowled off into the darkness.
‘What have you done, you silly girl!’ he exclaimed.
What had she—?
‘Hector …?’ Too late Elizabeth realised she must have let loose the little dog’s lead as they kissed, and that Hector, barking somewhere far in the distance, had not only wandered off, but already been swallowed up into the darkness.
Chapter Three
‘You are to blame for this!’ she gasped furiously.
‘I was not the one so taken up with our kisses that I allowed my charge to wander off,’ Nathaniel reminded her grimly as the two of them hurried along the darkened cliff path in pursuit of the mischievous little dog. Or, at least, Elizabeth hurried; Nathaniel’s normal strides were still more than a match for hers.
‘I was not—Hector! Hector!—so taken up with them, either!’ She glared up at him accusingly as she continued to call for her charge. ‘If you had not—Hector! Hector!—taken liberties—Hector!—’
‘A word of caution, Elizabeth—’ Nathaniel de cided to interrupt what appeared to be warming up to a tirade worthy of his aunt when she had worked herself into an indignant lather ‘—the smugglers in this area are very real. And if some of them should be abroad at this time …’
‘I believe you are merely trying to frighten me, my lord.’
‘And why on earth should I wish to do that?’ he enquired mildly.
‘No doubt because you take some sort of dubious pleasure in doing so,’ Elizabeth retorted, having had more than enough of this man’s nonsense for one evening, of one type or another … ‘And I have no intention of being frightened by myth and legend—’ She broke off abruptly as she once again heard Hector barking in the distance.
A bark that was accompanied by a sharp command closely followed by the snorting and whinnying of an obviously disturbed and unsettled horse!
‘Hector!’ Elizabeth gasped before running forwards into the darkness.
Nathaniel hurried after her, his heart seeming to stop beating in his chest as he saw Elizabeth hurtling headlong towards where Hector could be seen barking up at a huge and ghostly pale horse that snorted and showed the whites of its eyes as it danced precariously close to the edge of the cliff, resisting all of its rider’s efforts to regain control as it reared up on its back legs.
‘Quiet, Hector!’ Nathaniel rasped at the same time as Elizabeth grasped hold of the horse’s reins, talking soothingly as it came down on all four dancing—and lethally dangerous—hooves in front of her, eyes wild, nostrils flaring as it continued to snort and prance despite the dog having now been rendered silent. ‘Get control, man!’ Nathaniel instructed the black-clad rider harshly, ignoring the pain in his ribs as he stepped forwards to take a firm grasp of the horse’s bridle.
Held captive on both sides, the grey finally began to calm. ‘There’s a good lad,’ Elizabeth crooned soothingly as she stroked and petted the horse’s silky neck. ‘Good boy. Good lad,’ she continued admiringly as the hose became calmer by the second. ‘There’s a fine fellow.’
Nathaniel decided he would deal with Miss Elizabeth