She found she wasn't mad about the L, as far as being able to convince herself that he should be off limits, or the attempt of getting him out of her system. Not sitting here taking him in, unfiltered, where she found even his laugh sent tingles over her skin and warmed her from the inside out. The attraction she felt for him was well and truly rooted deep.
"You know, I think he probably could change my view of the smell. He was here two seconds and had me already wanting more children. He makes my heart ache he's so sweet." Even now, at nineteen, he was still that sweet little boy in her head. Where Alexander was pure heaven on a set of legs. Or the promise of heaven, at least.
"Don't..." Maryanne had meant the word to be sultry, to be purred, to be a temptation, but really it came out as a plea. She wasn't even in season, and she knew that if he backed away now that she'd probably actually weep. She wanted him so bad that her body physically ached. The need so deep that she was more than ready to beg him, and knew she would feel no shame in doing it.
Anything she could have imagined could not compete for the real feel of his hand on her breast, she shivered, but felt over heated at the same time. The bud under his thumb tightened to the point that it was nearly painful, but that touch kept it from aching. When he leaned in she met his lips with her own. A soft whimpered groan rumbled between them. And whatever had been stopping her from touching more than his shoulder, and his hand, was now broken. She eased her fingers from his grasp, and slid them up the front of his waist coat, delicately, and attempting not to rush, plucking one button at a time from its hole.