Bewitching the Viscount (Regency Romance) (Regency Lords Book 3) Read Online Free PDF Page B

Nathaniel said.
    “And you are no longer spying on innocent young maidens,” she retorted without batting an eyelash.
    “I do not think the innocence or lack thereof of the maiden was established,” he retorted.
    “Am I to conclude you doubt the innocence of this imaginary maiden?”
    “I would never be so bold. I have no doubt any such comments on the young lady’s reputation would earn me a stern talking to,” Nathaniel said, thoroughly enjoying the obvious turmoil he was sure to be causing his dance partner.
    “Yes …a ...hmn stern talking to would be the outcome,” Abigail stammered and then closed her eyes. The sensation the Viscount was creating with his thumb was making it difficult to concentrate.
    Nathaniel smiled in satisfaction. Cupid had struck him twice with his bow and arrow. But he intended to be the one in charge in whatever relationship he and Miss Abigail Baxter were to have. Men of his standing did not marry the genteel. However, he did need a new mistress. But she is an innocent .
    He frowned and looked at his partner. Her innocence might be feigned. She could already have a harlot’s heart, just like Lady Dudley. At the thought, he grimaced. Never again .
    He was an expert in bringing women to their knees, begging for more. If his heart was already lost, he intended for this little wood nymph never to find out she already had it in her possession. Her lesson was about to start.
    “Why talk when you can use your mouth for more pleasant things,” Nathaniel whispered in a smoky voice.
    At the change of his tone, Abigail snapped her eyes open. Startled, she realised she had let him dance them straight out of the Upper Assembly Ballroom into a hidden away alcove area.
    Before she could voice a protest, he kissed her. She stilled. Having never experienced the like, she opened her mouth to – protest? Ask for more? She did not get an opportunity to do either.
    The Viscount quite scandalously did something only the most French of libertines would dare. He tasted his innocent seductress. Once, twice and then an infinite time. It was as if she was water and he was a thirsty man in the desert. He forgot she was an innocent and pinned her against a pillar, while he explored every inch of her mouth. His hand went through her hair and pulled out her combs so her beautiful locks tumble over her shoulder. The vision was so tempting that his sorely tested sense of control evaporated. Honour be damned, restraint be damned.  Abigail Baxter was going to be his, this very night.
                  “M’lord,” an embarrassed voice whispered over his shoulder. Nathaniel lifted his head, coming up for air. Vexed he turned around to notice a footman motioning to him. “Your rendezvous is this way.”
    Sighing in disappointment, he turned back to Abigail. Her bosom heaved as she tried to catch her breath. Her hair was loose, her pupils enlarged and her mouth deliciously rosy. Although he was the cause of her enticing state, Nathaniel felt miffed that any other would see his nymph like this.
    “Pull yourself together. You would not like to be mistaken for a harlot,” he said in a voice that rang of velvet and steel. With no further ado he turned around and walked away. He heard her gasp at the insult and knew he had cut her deep, but better to do the cutting than be the one that was cut down.
    Before too long, he found himself in the gardens surrounding the Assembly Hall. A cloaked figure approached him.
    “Nathaniel, darling. It’s been far too long,” Lady Dudley whispered, her voice as sweet as honey.
    It was as if time stood still and he reverted back to the insecure young man, in love with an incomparable beauty. For a moment, he was paralysed. Lady Dudley’s hands brushed his arms and accidently fell on his chest.
    He remembered seeing that same hand on another man’s chest, his brother! Firmly he moved her appendages away from himself and took a step back. The days when he was still