Free Seduction by Brenda Joyce Page B

strained.
    He looked up at her. “I am in no condition to go anywhere, obviously. Have you told the Jacobins in Paris about me?”
    She started. “No, not yet.”
    “I ask that you do not mention me. I do not want word of my having been wounded to get back to my family. I do not want to worry them.”
    “Of course not,” she said, instantly understanding.
    Finally, he softened. He took her hand and shocked her by kissing it. “I am sorry. You have been nothing but kind, and I have just rudely interrogated you. But I need to know where my enemies are, Julianne, just as I need to know where I am, if I ever have to escape.”
    “I understand.” Her heart beat so wildly now she could hardly think. Such a simple kiss—and she was undone!
    “No, Julianne, you can’t possibly understand what it is like to be surrounded by one’s enemies—and to fear discovery with every breath one takes.”
    He still held her hand to his chest. She tried to breathe, she tried to think. “I will protect you.”
    “And how will you do that?” He was openly amused. But his grasp on her hand tightened. Somehow, her knuckles were pressed against the bare skin exposed by the top and open buttons of his shirt. “You are such a tiny woman.”
    “By making sure that no one knows about you.”
    His eyes darkened. His smile vanished. “Amelia knows. Lucas knows. Jack knows.”
    “Only Amelia knows who you are and she would never betray me.”
    “Never,” he said, “is a dangerous concept.”
    “If a neighbor called, they would not realize you are upstairs in this room,” she insisted.
    “I trust you,” he said.
    “Good,” she cried fervently, their gazes locked.
    He lifted her hand to his lips, but slowly. Now Julianne froze. His gaze on hers, he pressed his mouth to the back of her hand, below her knuckles. This time, the kiss was entirely different. It wasn’t light, innocent or brief. His mouth drifted over her knuckles and the vee between her thumb and forefinger. And then his eyes closed and his mouth firmed. He kissed her hand again and again.
    As he kissed her, her heart exploded. His mouth moved over her skin another time, with more fervor, and her entire body tightened—her own eyes closed. His mouth became insistent and fierce, as if he enjoyed the taste of her skin, as if so much more was to come. She finally allowed her mouth to part. She heard a small moan escape her lips. He separated her fingers and nuzzled the soft flesh there. She felt his tongue.
    “Are there weapons in the house?”
    Her eyes flew open, meeting his hot yet hard green gaze.
    “Julianne?”
    She was trembling. Desire made it almost impossible to breathe, to speak. “Yes.” She wet her lips. She inhaled. Her body was throbbing, the need acute.
    “Where?”
    She exhaled. “There is a gun closet in the library.”
    He continued to stare. Then he lifted her hand, kissed it and released it. Abruptly, he stood.
    If he ever truly kissed her, with the passion that raged between them, she might lose all of her good sense, she thought.
    He glanced at her. “Do you know how to use a pistol? A musket?”
    She must find her composure, she thought. “Of course I do. I am a good markswoman.”
    She added, “You do not feel safe.”
    His gaze moved over her features, then met her eyes. “I do not feel safe here, no.”
    Julianne slowly stood up. He watched her, and she wasn’t sure she trusted herself to speak now. So she turned and left the room. She went downstairs, her body on fire, wondering if she should kiss him. She was certain he would allow it.
    In the library, she paused, finding herself staring through the glass doors of the gun closet.
    Three pistols and three muskets were racked within. It wasn’t locked. It never was. When there were revenue men descending on the cove, those guns were instantly needed. Julianne took out a pistol, then closed the glass door. She retrieved powder and flint from the desk before going back upstairs.
    Charles