Free Sacked (To Love a Governess Regency Short) by Jane Charles Page A

Elizabeth felt as if she had been burned.   She couldn’t recall her breasts ever feeling this heavy, nor her senses so heightened.
    “Um . . . I mean . . . no, Lord Fairfield?” Now she was even robbed of speech.   Elizabeth dearly wished she could go back to bed and start this day all over again.
    “You seemed to have been waiting for something.” He gestured toward the hall.  
    Her face heated a thousand times hotter than before.   Was it possible for a person to combust into flames from embarrassment?   “I . . .well you see. . . I . . . that is . . .”
    He took a step forward and Elizabeth was unable to continue speaking.   He was so close his breath brushed against her cheek.   Then, he kissed her.
    His lips were so gentle she about expired on the spot.   The sigh came out on its own accord and he must have taken it as an invitation for as soon as her lips parted, he plunged.   She had only been kissed a handful of times.   Those had been quick pecks out of sight of her chaperone and nothing like this. His tongue probed and she hesitantly touched hers to his.
    Lord Fairfield groaned and delved deeper. His arm locked around her waist, bringing her against his body.   Elizabeth tingled from the tips of her breasts, now pressed against his hard chest, to the tips of her toes, and especially in the middle where a harder portion of his anatomy pressed against her abdomen.   The back of her mind registered what it was, based on long-ago discussions with her mother just before her coming out.   She should pull away, but the sensations were so foreign, so wonderful, she didn’t want to break contact just yet.
    This is wrong.   She knew it was wrong, but her body stopped listening to her mind when she was still in the hall and it ignored her now.   Instead, she wanted to be closer, not that they could get much closer.   Breaking contact was not an option.  
    Her arms lifted and twined around his neck and her fingers played with the short curls at the back of his head. She had longed to run her fingers through these locks, but knew how inappropriate it was given he was her employer.
    Employer !   What was she doing?
    Lord Fairfield’s hands roamed up and down her back, branding her with each touch. His mouth moved from her lips to kiss her cheek, before he gently nibbled on her ear, nipped her neck and trailed kisses down to her shoulder.   She was scorched each place he kissed and Elizabeth let her head fall back, lost in a sea of sensations. His hand closed over her breast, gently squeezing and molding it. “Oh, Elizabeth, I’ve waited for so long.”
    So long for what ?   She couldn’t concentrate enough to voice the question or form an answer on her own.
    He pulled at the top her bodice and she wanted to rip her dress off to give him better access.
    When the proper and confining dress did not give way, his hands snaked around her back, swiftly undoing the buttons until her bodice loosened and the shoulders of her dress dropped to the top of her arms. Fairfield’s attention was back on her breasts in an instant, pushing the gown down as he trailed kisses along the edge of her chemise.   Her nipples tightened.
     
    * * *
     
    Jared couldn’t get enough of her, or get to her skin quickly enough. How long had he waited to hold Elizabeth? Weeks? Months?   She plagued his dreams at night, and his thoughts during the day.   Most of the time he was in a half state of arousal when she was in his presence.   Now she was here, in his arms, welcoming his touch.
    He slid the gown to her waist, her arms still trapped in her sleeves, but he didn’t care that she wasn’t touching him because all he wanted at the moment was to feast on her breasts.   The nipples were tight, straining against the linen of her chemise. He bent forward and took one in his mouth, suckled while his hand caressed the other.  
    Elizabeth moaned and arched her back.   He couldn’t have hoped for a better response. She wanted