Free Midnight Kisses (Midnight Series) by Emily Bold Page B
Authors: Emily Bold
Tags: Historical Romance
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“Danielle, sweetie, are you really not going to tell me what happened last night?” Eliza asked woefully, since Danielle had been avoiding her questions all day.
“No, my dear, I really won’t! But, if it helps, rest assured that I have forgiven Lord Weston for his inappropriate behavior from the night before.”
Eliza clapped her hands.
“How wonderful! Just imagine I could set the two of you up!” she exclaimed, and Danielle fought hard to suppress a smile.
“Well, good luck with that!” she quipped, and made her way downstairs. Her pulse quickened with every step that she took.
Colin and Devlin were already waiting for them down in the foyer.
“ . . . and so in the end, he lost his entire fortune at the gambling table, the poor sod,” Colin finished his tale about a distant acquaintance of theirs. Devlin listened with only one ear. I’m as giddy as a schoolboy on his first date . This annoyed him greatly, for he had been no schoolboy when he kissed Danielle for the first time. Still, that innocent kiss had haunted him all these years. Perhaps it would explain his overzealous interest in this woman, and why all these years he’d been wondering what had become of her. The fact that she exceeded his every expectation only made it harder. In the end, he had to admit that she had been on his mind all day.
He saw her coming down the staircase now, and swallowed hard.
Didn’t she know what she was doing to him by wearing her hair down? How could she expect him not to bury his hands in her lovely, luscious locks for the whole world to see? How could he possibly work up the self-control to stop himself from carrying her back upstairs to muss that delightful hair of hers? His self-control was already virtually non-existent ever since he met Danielle that first time. When he thought back to last night, he had to reluctantly admit that she had almost driven him out of his mind. And when she had raised her hips up to him, invitingly, lustfully, he had been unable to hold out any longer.
“Danielle, my sweet, I can’t take it much longer,” he had whispered as her hot juices were running over his fingers and she was panting his name, full of lust. Quickly, he had torn down his breeches and, when she scrutinized him, even holding out a hand for him, he had almost made a fool of himself.
He had to have her, now. With his last ounce of self-control he came over her, kissing her while parting her thighs. Danielle moaned when his swollen manhood touched her, and she pressed herself up against him. He had raised her hips and held on to her waist as he slowly entered her tightness. Danielle stiffened when he broke through the barrier of her virginity, and Devlin struggled not to spill all of his seed at once. With slow, tender moves, he took away her pain and, when she opened her eyes again, he saw the fire of lust and desire burn in them. She raised herself up into his every thrust, seeking to be ever closer to him.
When the wave of lust broke over her and her glistening, convulsing body closed around his, he had finally abandoned his hard-earned self-control and found release in the feverish heat of her pulsating belly.
“There they are,” Colin noted and helped Eliza into her coat while Devlin, still mesmerized, couldn’t take his eyes off Danielle.
“The carriage is waiting,” Colin explained and escorted Eliza outside.
“Lady Langston, you look ravishing.” Devlin bowed and, after their hosts disappeared outside and he was helping Danielle into her coat, added in a muffled tone: “Almost as ravishing as last night.”
Danielle blushed.
“Lord Weston! You shouldn’t . . . ”
“Shhh, Milady! It is you who are stirring these wicked memories within me, for you are surely teasing me today. You look positively bewitching with your hair down!”
Danielle bit her lip. Yes, it had been her intention to be provocative, but now she wondered whether that was such a good move. His eyes
“Danielle, sweetie, are you really not going to tell me what happened last night?” Eliza asked woefully, since Danielle had been avoiding her questions all day.
“No, my dear, I really won’t! But, if it helps, rest assured that I have forgiven Lord Weston for his inappropriate behavior from the night before.”
Eliza clapped her hands.
“How wonderful! Just imagine I could set the two of you up!” she exclaimed, and Danielle fought hard to suppress a smile.
“Well, good luck with that!” she quipped, and made her way downstairs. Her pulse quickened with every step that she took.
Colin and Devlin were already waiting for them down in the foyer.
“ . . . and so in the end, he lost his entire fortune at the gambling table, the poor sod,” Colin finished his tale about a distant acquaintance of theirs. Devlin listened with only one ear. I’m as giddy as a schoolboy on his first date . This annoyed him greatly, for he had been no schoolboy when he kissed Danielle for the first time. Still, that innocent kiss had haunted him all these years. Perhaps it would explain his overzealous interest in this woman, and why all these years he’d been wondering what had become of her. The fact that she exceeded his every expectation only made it harder. In the end, he had to admit that she had been on his mind all day.
He saw her coming down the staircase now, and swallowed hard.
Didn’t she know what she was doing to him by wearing her hair down? How could she expect him not to bury his hands in her lovely, luscious locks for the whole world to see? How could he possibly work up the self-control to stop himself from carrying her back upstairs to muss that delightful hair of hers? His self-control was already virtually non-existent ever since he met Danielle that first time. When he thought back to last night, he had to reluctantly admit that she had almost driven him out of his mind. And when she had raised her hips up to him, invitingly, lustfully, he had been unable to hold out any longer.
“Danielle, my sweet, I can’t take it much longer,” he had whispered as her hot juices were running over his fingers and she was panting his name, full of lust. Quickly, he had torn down his breeches and, when she scrutinized him, even holding out a hand for him, he had almost made a fool of himself.
He had to have her, now. With his last ounce of self-control he came over her, kissing her while parting her thighs. Danielle moaned when his swollen manhood touched her, and she pressed herself up against him. He had raised her hips and held on to her waist as he slowly entered her tightness. Danielle stiffened when he broke through the barrier of her virginity, and Devlin struggled not to spill all of his seed at once. With slow, tender moves, he took away her pain and, when she opened her eyes again, he saw the fire of lust and desire burn in them. She raised herself up into his every thrust, seeking to be ever closer to him.
When the wave of lust broke over her and her glistening, convulsing body closed around his, he had finally abandoned his hard-earned self-control and found release in the feverish heat of her pulsating belly.
“There they are,” Colin noted and helped Eliza into her coat while Devlin, still mesmerized, couldn’t take his eyes off Danielle.
“The carriage is waiting,” Colin explained and escorted Eliza outside.
“Lady Langston, you look ravishing.” Devlin bowed and, after their hosts disappeared outside and he was helping Danielle into her coat, added in a muffled tone: “Almost as ravishing as last night.”
Danielle blushed.
“Lord Weston! You shouldn’t . . . ”
“Shhh, Milady! It is you who are stirring these wicked memories within me, for you are surely teasing me today. You look positively bewitching with your hair down!”
Danielle bit her lip. Yes, it had been her intention to be provocative, but now she wondered whether that was such a good move. His eyes