Back The Heiress
Chapters (25)
  1. Cover
  2. Title Page
  3. Contents
  4. Prologue
  5. Chapter One
  6. Chapter Two
  7. Chapter Three
  8. Chapter Four
  9. Chapter Five
  10. Chapter Six
  11. Chapter Seven
  12. Chapter Eight
  13. Chapter Nine
  14. Chapter Ten
  15. Chapter Eleven
  16. Chapter Twelve
  17. Chapter Thirteen
  18. Chapter Fourteen
  19. Chapter Fifteen
  20. Chapter Sixteen
  21. Chapter Seventeen
  22. About the Author
  23. By Lynsay Sands
  24. Copyright
  25. About the Publisher

Daniel kissed her again, a hot, demanding one, and then shifted his hips to rub himself against her heat. Suzette tore her mouth away on a moan, and turned her head away, her hips arching into this new caress. He almost missed her murmured complaint, “So cold.”

“I’ll warm you,” he promised, rubbing himself against her again. He then eased back a bit to reach down and clasp himself, intending that this next time he would enter her.

“No. Not me,” she muttered with a small laugh. “Your hand. The one I’m holding.”

Daniel paused. She wasn’t holding his hand. One of his hands was at her hip, to hold her in place and the other was about to steer his erection into her. What—?

The thought died in his head as Daniel recalled George on the bench.

“What’s wrong?” Suzette asked when he froze. Some of the passion left her face, pushed aside by concern as she noted his expression through the gloom in the carriage.

Daniel hesitated and then shifted the hand at her hip to her back and used it to pull her forward and press her head to his chest. Only then did he look at first one of her hands and then the other. Sure enough, apparently all the jostling about had dislodged one of George’s arms from the blanket and it was his cold hand she was holding.

“Dear God,” he breathed, dismayed that he could forget even for a moment that the man was there.

“What is it?” Suzette asked, releasing the hand and trying to straighten.

Daniel held her in place for a moment, but then allowed her to raise up enough that he could kiss her. This time it really was purely an attempt to keep her distracted. He didn’t wish to risk her glancing about to notice they weren’t alone, but he needed to tuck himself back into his breeches. Kissing her seemed the best way to accomplish the distracting while his hands took care of the tucking. The moment he had his breeches done up, Daniel broke the kiss and scooped her up off the seat. Fortunately, Suzette instinctively wrapped her arms and legs around him as he launched himself to his feet, else he might have dropped her.