His Wayward Ward - A Regency Novella (Risque Regency) - Plot & Excerpts
So very much.’ Eliza Percival shivered as Grayson’s lips slid down the sensitive column of her throat. She tried to forget that they could be discovered at any second; wanting to lose herself in the moment, but it was difficult. The shadowy arbor they had found in the Summer Garden Pavilion was a poor refuge. ‘Grayson -’ she began, wondering if she should push him away. His lips felt warm and so did she but the knowledge that they could be discovered at any time was rendering her enjoyment difficult. ‘Shh…’ he murmured, ‘don’t you like me touching you?’ ‘Of course I do. It’s just that we might be seen.’ ‘Stop worrying, my love,’ Grayson’s hand had wandered close to her breast, brushing against it through the thin material of her dress. ‘After all, we are going to be married.’ Eliza stifled a soft gasp. No man had ever touched her so intimately! It felt… well, she was hardly able to decide what she felt.
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