The kisses slowly wound down and became more languorous. His tongue replaced by the feel of his warm, strong lips against hers. He kissed the side of her mouth, once, twice, and pulled himself away. Was he shaking a little?

So was she.

“As much as I’d love to finish what we started,” he said in a voice that was definitely shaking, “we should probably get back, my lady.”

All she could do was nod unevenly.

He took a deep breath. “My cousin might be wondering where I’ve got off to. Lucy’s one to come looking.”

Jane’s stomach plummeted. She gasped and held her breath.

Oh, my God. I just kissed Upton!

Chapter 14

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Jane gulped. Not only had she just kissed Upton, but she’d liked it! Worse, she was about to kiss him again. Because even though he’d said they should get back, Upton’s hands were pulling her back to him, and his mouth found hers again.

She was mindless, thoughtless, as if she were suspended in time, completely unable to stop the whirlwind of lust she’d been swept into.

This is madness. This is madness. This is madness.

She repeated the words to herself over and over, even as she met each of Upton’s thrusts with her tongue, and let her fingers tangle in his dark, curly hair again.

Oh, God. Upton was not only handsome and seductive, he was driving her wild with his mouth. How was this happening?

But it’s Upton. It’s Upton. It’s Upton.

Rational thought told her she should push him away immediately, but rational thought was long gone from this room. All she could concentrate on was the feel of his warm hand on her breast and how it intensified the ache between her thighs.

“Tell me to stop,” he demanded against her mouth.

“No,” she answered mindlessly, still cupping his slightly stubbled cheeks in her hands and kissing him back with a fervor that frightened her.

Upton seemed to have no idea who she was, and thank God for that. She’d never live it down in her own mind, regardless. Imagine how much worse it would be if he knew it was she and pushed her away.

Or did he know and was only pretending not to know, as she was? No. That couldn’t be true. But how could he not know? It made no sense. At least not until she reminded herself that until two moments ago, she hadn’t realized who he was. His voice was slurred, that was it. That’s why she hadn’t recognized it. It had been different from his normal clipped tones. Not to mention the man had obviously been drinking. God knew how much. What in heaven’s name was her excuse? At the moment she wished she’d had a swig too.

She’d wanted a scandal? She’d just scandalized herself!