The Naked Viscount (2010)
“Jane hoped her voice didn’t sound as breathless as she felt. Edmund had just stepped through the connecting door into her room, his arms draped in brown cloth. It was the first she’d seen him since last night, and she felt such an astonishing mix of love, mortification, and lust, she’d swear her heart stuttered.
He dropped a kiss on her mouth. “I hid at White’s all day, and then sent word I was, regrettably, unable to attend. It’s far easier to deal with the aunts in abstentia.” He grinned and laid what he was carrying on her bed. “I got Lord Wenthrop, an old friend of Louisa’s, to take my place. He’s happy to use my box, and Louisa will be delighted to have another intellectual in attendance with whom she can critique the play.”
“Yes, I can see where she would like that.” She felt unaccountably shy and unsettled. What they had done last night had been so…momentous. And so odd. Had she dreamt it? No, she didn’t have such an imagination—and the place between her legs was still slightly sore.
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