Monday, December 19, 2011 -- The Governess -- A Twice Weekly Blog

Excerpt from The Governess -- Chapter 22 concluded:

Service to his children would be impossible then, for he was gorgeous.  Every girl dreamed of being in love with such a man as this; thick, nearly black hair that curled ever so softly.  Sideburns trimmed to perfection.  His eyes were green, she had discovered, just like hers, but darker, filled with…pain? 

Yes. 

She could see it acutely.  It tore at her heart.  But what to do? 

She knew he had to be over six feet tall, for her father had been six feet exactly, and Lord Huntington was taller than her father by several inches.  His shoulders were broad, and she could see his muscular build through his tight fitting jacket.  On more than one occasion she had witnessed his magnificent physique for herself, much to her embarrassment.  And now, his close scent was enthralling! 

Emotions which she had never experienced before coursed through her veins.  As he loomed over her, she felt like she would melt. 

            “Are you real?” he whispered almost inaudibly.  She stood paralyzed and speechless, allowing him to continue.  “You are…very beautiful,” Lord Huntington said more to himself than to her.  Furrowing her brows in confusion, she startled when his warm finger eased the tension between her brows, slowly continuing down her nose to her lips.  She breathed carefully, worrying that she might faint. 

What did he want with her? 

“Very beautiful,” he again whispered.  Cupping her chin, his thumb gently touched her bottom lip making her tremble. 

What was happening to her? 

Closing his eyes, he breathed in her gently scented hair.  “So beautiful,” he whispered over her. 

Her eyes were now closed, and she whispered, “I am…afraid…” 

Hardly hearing her through the pounding of his own heart, he could not stop himself from saying, “What would it be like to taste you?” 

She trembled more violently as he broached this frightening subject matter.  She was unsure of herself.  A very soft kiss was placed on the top of her head, and she gasped and pressed her hands against his firmly muscled chest as if she could halt him.  But instead, she could only feel his firm chest and that he was breathing heavily, which frightened her terribly. 

She quickly took her hands away. 

As he drew ever closer, she again pressed her hands against his strong torso, wanting to stop him, her own breathing very irregular.  Ever so softly, she begged, “Please…”  

Carefully taking her resistant hands from his chest, he gently placed kisses on the inside of each palm and wrist, closing his eyes, breathing in her fragrance, feeling of her softness.  Gasping, she closed her eyes to the extraordinary emotions that threatened to encompass her completely.  He reached up pulling a pin from her hair, allowing her curls to tumble around her. 

His breathing quickened. 

Gazing at her curiously, his strong arms went around her and pulled her to him.  His hand continued behind her neck and into her hair, pulling her head back gently, making her inhale, yet struggle for air. 

A small sound escaped her again as his head descended, his lips gently caressing, nibbling her throat, her jaw, her ears.  She was trembling in his hands and he knew it, but he could not help himself.  Her breathlessness was invigorating!  His kiss lingered at the edge of her mouth, hesitating, as her hands grasped tight to his sleeves as if she would fall if let go.  Pulling himself away to stare down into her eyes only for a moment, his mouth captured hers, his lips gentle and soft, as if he was afraid she would shatter into pieces.  One hand still held the back of her head controlling her, working her to his every desire. 

A small whimper from her only increased and deepened his thrilling kiss, encouraging deeper passion.  Their breathing was labored from not getting enough air, his arms gathering her to him, closer still.  He was thorough in his fervor, burying his face and hands in her hair, kissing her mouth and throat with unrelenting passion. 

Abruptly, Lord Huntington stopped.  Taking her face and mussed hair in his hands, he looked deeply into her confused eyes and said breathlessly, “You…beguile me.” 

            Swiftly, he turned and left the room, leaving her stunned and breathless holding on to the bookshelves for support.   

I'm thinking of reworking this just a little.  But...did you like this moonlight kiss? 

Ellise

Friday, December 16, 2011 -- The Governess -- A Twice Weekly Blog

Excerpt from The Governess -- Chapter 22 continued:

(I moved ahead in this chapter only skipping a little...)

Moonlight cast shadows across the dark hall as Creighton saw Lady Blakemore enter the library still dressed in the magnificent sapphire blue gown that hugged her so.  She must not be able to sleep again, he thought. 

Curiosity baited him… 

Hesitating to follow her after what Hayden had said to him, he decided to test Hayden’s theory, after all.  He wished to see her from this new perspective. 

            Entering the room, he watched her as she looked for a book to read.  He couldn’t believe the amount of reading she devoured.  Drawn to her beauty, which that much Creighton had already openly admitted, he observed her closely.  Her form was tantalizing, but it would take more than outward appearances to tempt him to put his heart on the line ever again.  Janese had been beautiful too, and yet she had betrayed him endlessly.  He was not about to let that happen to his heart again…

…Ever.   

            Closing his eyes, he could not help breathing in her tempting scent lingering inside the doorway.  Looking at her hair, he wanted to touch it, free it from its pins.  Yes, her hair was entrancingly gorgeous.  Remembering how silky soft it was when he held her at the lake, he treasured the memory.  Her pins had come loose somehow and it had fallen all around her shoulders.  Dark, long curls that captured vibrant chestnut tones in the warm sunlight coursed down over delicate shoulders, down her back all the way to her tiny waist.  A vision of loveliness she had been on that day! 

Again, today on Clover when her dark tresses flew behind her as she vigorously rode, he had helplessly watched enchanted by her; and again, her wild, curling mane had been stuck to the button on her riding habit and he had touched it to free her soft locks.  Not recognizing he had been savoring these memories, he was deeply surprised. 

            Scowling, he realized she was looking at him, her own features clouded with concern.  But it was unwarranted fear, was it not?  Carefully, he walked toward her, and as he got closer, he could tell that she was nearly ready to bolt away.  Stopping when he was a few feet from her, he stiltingly said, “Lady… Blakemore.  Did you… enjoy your evening?  Are you faring better?” 

            Nervous for whatever reason, she stared at him with a puzzled questioning look upon her face, and shyly nodded.  “Thank you.  It was good of you to include me, my lord.”  She could hardly say she was feeling better with him standing over her making her feel nervous.  She also dare not tell him of Mr. Stone’s outrageous behavior.  If his manners improved, which she thought impossible, she would not have to discuss this deplorable subject with him, ever. 

Nodding his head, he only said, “Of course.  You are always welcome at my table.”  Taking one more step toward her, he observed that she seemed even more to be upon a precipice, ready to jump.  Instead, she stepped backward as if she was terrified.  Distrustful. 

It was her eyes then that Lord Huntington noticed.  Yes, it had always been her eyes that intrigued him.  They had a spellbinding sparkle to them, so brilliant like gems, all the more green because of the blue of her gown.  Lord Huntington stepped closer still.  She could go no further; her back was against the bookcase, pleading eyes looking up at him in panic. 

            “Please,” she whispered, shaking her head nervously. 

            She was afraid of him, he thought with regret.  “I strike fear in your heart?” 

Hesitating a moment, she then nodded affirmatively.  Remorse came and went, covering his features.  Carly witnessed this, confused even more. 

His deep voice continued, “I do not wish it.  I only wish to…thank you for such becoming manners in front of my guests.  You are a jewel on any arm.” 

            Shocked, she could only falter, “Thank…thank you.”  Not wishing to be a coward, she tried to breathe evenly as she stood frozen, only aware of Lord Huntington filling the room.  So close, looking at her so strangely, he was a giant man, and if she did not fear him so, she would probably fall for him. 

But she could not have that. 

What comes next?  That promised moonlight kiss?  Watch and find out...

Ellise