Free Seduce Me Please by Nichole Matthews

with the art of flirtation, but he made it quite simple. She just said what was on the tip of her tongue and they were flowing quite effortlessly.
    Graydon laughed. He couldn’t help it. This was the most stimulating encounter he had experienced in ages. Leaning back against the wrought-iron railing that surrounded the terrace, he crossed his arms over his muscled chest; the pale moonlight casting deep shadows over his features. Intrigued, he inquired, “What would your chaperone say if she knew you were out on this terrace alone with someone such as me?”
    Pausing just a moment, she looked out over the garden before responding. When finally her lips curved into a slow beguiling smile, her bright blue eyes lifted to meet his with a bold confidence he knew she was feigning. “Well done?” The words delivered with a slight questioning air.
    “ Ah…” Graydon leaned forward, narrowing the space between them to only a few inches, just a hair’s breadth away from her tempting figure. She did have the biggest blue eyes he had ever seen. At this moment they drew him into the magical spell she wove expertly around him. “So what you’re saying, my lady is that I should be the one concerned?” He glanced over her shoulder into the ballroom with furrowed brows.
    Piper hesitated a moment before throwing a puzzled glance over her shoulder. “What are you searching for, my lord?”
    “ My chaperone, of course,” he advised with a wicked grin.
    Piper cocked her head to one side, a befuddled look on her face. “ Your chaperone?”
    “ Yes.” He bit back a smile, edging nearer. “Because, my dear, you are turning out to be a very dangerous lady.” He looked almost boyish with the trace of mischief glittering in his eyes. “You’re not at all what I expected.”
    “ You’ve not wasted a single thought on me, my lord,” she scoffed, crossing her arms protectively over her chest before asking, “Surely a man, such as yourself, is not afraid of little ol’ me?” That he might have spared a single thought for her at all was actually quite flattering. She had definitely wasted many an afternoon and evening, who was she kidding, and morning dreaming of him. She slapped her gloved hand over her mouth in a vain attempt to muffle the inelegant snort that emerged.
    Removing her hand from her mouth, he clasped her delicate fingers firmly in his large, strong grasp. His thumb rubbed slow sensuous circles over the rapid pulse at her wrist in a way that aroused her whole body, making her breath quicken. “Oh, you’d be surprised at what could cause a man, such as me, to tremble in my boots.” He was grinning at her, the candlelight from the ballroom glinting off his amber eyes, his grin widened, yet he still did not release her wrist.
    Piper’s eyes lowered to his feet, her voice husky, “You’re not wearing boots, my lord.”
    He blinked at her, amazed by her witty response. “Indeed.” He followed her gaze down to his black leather low-heeled shoes with polished silver buckles. “Well then, I’m most definitely in trouble, my lady. I fear I am inadequately shod for trembling.” Lifting her hand, he bent forward, his eyes never leaving hers; he pressed his lips to her exposed wrist. Shooting sparks of awareness straight to her core. Her stomach quivered with need at the hot caress of his lips on her flesh. Delightful sensations swirled, sending ripples of heat pulsing through her body. “I must strenuously reprimand my valet for allowing me to leave my home poorly attired for tonight’s entertainments.”
    She tried desperately to consider a clever rejoinder, but none came. Her tongue and most obviously her brain were debilitated by the seductive aura that flowed freely from his being.
    “ Did you find the book you were searching for?” His quiet question interrupted her thoughts.
    “ Book…” She broke off when an insistent voice intruded on their pleasurable seclusion.
    “ Rockwell?” A female voice, just