‘But—’
‘Shh,’ he encouraged. ‘We have been at odds with each other these past few days; let us now just sit here quietly and enjoy each other’s company in silence.’
Lisette had no doubt that the now familiar tingling of her breasts and the almost uncomfortable warmth between her thighs was in direct response to Christian’s close proximity. The hard arousal now pressing so insistently against the softness of her bottom was demonstration of Christian’s response to that closeness.
Just as she had no doubt that it was not each other’s ‘company’ they now wished to enjoy.
Chapter Nine
Christian gave a sigh of contentment as he held Lisette in his arms once again and breathed in the familiar perfume of the softness of her hair, a heady mixture of lemon and the light scent of flowers. A perfume he had missed these past two days. As he had missed holding the sweet curves of her body pressed against his own.
Marcus had warned of it being a dangerous attraction yesterday evening, as the two men talked quietly and enjoyed a brandy together before retiring for the night.
Dangerous, and as undeniable to Christian as his next breath.
‘What are you doing...?’
Christian laughed huskily. ‘I do believe I am placing my hands upon your breasts.’ His hands now cupped beneath that delicious fullness, allowing him to feel the hardened nipples pressing against his palms. Evidence that, no matter what she might now say to the contrary, Lisette enjoyed having her breasts held and fondled as much as he enjoyed holding them.
‘The windows, Christian,’ she protested half-heartedly. ‘Anyone might ride by and see—and see what we are doing.’
Christian felt heartened by the ‘we’ in that statement. ‘Pull down the blinds if it bothers you,’ he encouraged softly as his lips now tasted the creaminess of her throat.
‘Of course it bothers me—’
‘Why?’
‘I am not an exhibit for people to gawk at!’
‘Then pull the damned blinds!’
‘You are not well enough for such exertion.’
‘Certain parts of my body appear to have other ideas.’ He gave another husky chuckle. ‘Does anything else about my intentions bother you?’
‘I— Well—it is full daylight outside—’
‘Pull down the blinds and it will not seem to be.’
‘We really cannot, Christian.’
Christian could hear the lack of conviction in her breathy voice. ‘Do it, Lisette, and you will see how easily we can,’ he prompted more insistently, filled with an urgency to do more than fondle those full and tempting breasts.
He must indeed be feeling better.
These past few days had been a torment to him. Not because of his injury but because he had disliked intensely the distance that now lay between Lisette and himself, both emotionally and physically.
Here and now he wanted to dispense with that distance, to bare Lisette’s breasts completely, pull on those roused nipples until they were as red as ripe strawberries, before taking them into his mouth and suckling. Deep and hard.
He smiled his satisfaction as Lisette moved up onto her knees on the seat to pull down first one blind and then another. ‘If Monsieur le Duc should return—’
‘Then he will know by the lowered blinds not to intrude,’ Christian assured her softly.
She turned to look at him, eyes glittering in the now semi-darkness of the coach. ‘Is that how you usually signal to each other that you are...engaged in such pursuits?’
‘Hardly, when Marcus is married to my sister!’ Christian drawled.
‘I was referring to before he married your sister—’
‘I believe you are deliberately trying to annoy me, Lisette.’ Christian looked at her sternly. ‘But, just so that we are clear on the subject, I do not make love to women in coaches. Ever. Does that satisfy your outraged sensibilities?’
She raised her brows. ‘You have made love to me in a coach.’
‘I will be putting you over my knee and spanking your bottom in a coach if you continue with this delaying tactic!’ How could one tiny woman incite such desire within him and yet annoy him equally at the same time?
‘Tactics are your forte, Christian.’ Lisette pulled down the last of the blinds before once again turning to face him, chin lifted challengingly. ‘And if you even attempt to spank my bottom, I will tell the Duke of Worthing and your sister, if I should meet her, what a brute you are!’
Christian gave an unconcerned grin.
He arched one blond brow. ‘Unless I am mistaken, you now sound more curious at the prospect than distressed, Lisette...?’
She was. There was no denying it.