Free The Magic of You by Johanna Lindsey

circled around his neck to hold on tight. And when their mouths met and melded, it was exactly what she had expected, a kiss meant to scandalize her, deeply erotic and highly sensual.
    But she had a surprise in store for Warren. Kissing was something she was quite familiar with, since, unbeknownst to her family, she’d had considerable practice at it these past few years. She hadn’t been totally excluded from parties and entertainments; she’d just gone asa child right up until her come-out, whenever other children were included. It was considered a learning experience, after all, a chance for the older children to see firsthand how they were expected to comport themselves when they were adults. And there were always other girls and boys her age, and occasionally a boy she might take a fancy to and end up with in a secluded corner, or out in the garden in an even more secluded spot. One particular boy, a year younger than Amy, had been more experienced than all the others combined. But then, he’d been taught by an older woman who’d tried to seduce him, or so he had bragged.
    But he’d certainly prepared her for what Warren had in mind, though not for what he made her feel. In that there was simply no comparison. She already knew she desired Warren, that he was the man, the only one, she wanted to make love to. But being able to press her body intimately to his, to taste his kiss—well, she got a bit carried away. She couldn’t help it. She’d dreamed of this, wanted it so badly, wanted him to want her, and now that it seemed he might…
    When his tongue thrust into her mouth, hers was there to meet it, to caress back, to thrust beyond for some exploring of her own. With a moan she pressed even closer, then thought she’d die of pleasure when his arms came around her to bring their bodies even tightertogether. She’d felt first his surprise, then his acceptance of what she was giving, then finally, though not all that soon, his realization of what he was doing, which abruptly ended it.
    “Jesus,” he said, and pushed her away from him until he held her at arm’s length.
    His breathing was rasping as hard as hers was, and there was nothing cold about his eyes now. They were hot, she hoped with desire, but she couldn’t be sure, because his expression said he wasn’t exactly pleased with her, or with himself for that matter, and his dis pleasure was coming quickly to the fore.
    “Where’d you learn to kiss like that?” Warren asked her harshly.
    “I’ve been practicing.”
    “What else have you been practicing?”
    There was enough insinuation in his tone to make her get a bit indignant. “Not what you’re thinking,” she retorted. “I’m good at boxing ears if a fellow tries something other than kissing.”
    “I wouldn’t recommend you try that with me,” he warned, though less severely, now that some of his composure was returning.
    “I don’t think I would,” she said, remembering that wide belt of his.
    “Not that I mean to do anything else with you,” he quickly added, in case she got that impression. “In fact, I’m warning you now to keep your distance from me.”
    “Why?”

    He didn’t mistake her disappointment, which had him snapping, “Blast it, you’re still a child!”
    Her eyes narrowed then. He’d at last made her angry, enough to ask him pointedly, “Are you in the habit of kissing children like you just did me?”
    The color that rose clear to his hairline was visible even in the dimly lighted nursery. Amy didn’t stick around to gloat over it. She turned and, with splendid dignity, walked out of the room.

Chapter 9
    “That girl, Amy,” Warren said offhandedly. “I understand you befriended her.”
    Georgina didn’t notice the slight flush that came with Warren’s remark. She had Jacqueline in her lap, and so understandably didn’t give her brother more than an occasional brief glance.
    “It was more like the other way around, actually,” Georgina replied.