Julius's Passion (Regency Club Venus #4) - Carole Mortimer Page 0,15

remained fixed on the flex and jiggle of the twin orbs of her bottom.

He could easily imagine how well they would fit into the palms of his hands when he lifted her so that her legs could entwine about his waist and her hot pussy press against the hard length of his cock.

He should have left before the smugglers finished unloading their goods and without revealing his presence. But he had been unable to make himself stop from simply watching a Bethany who bore very little resemblance to the innocently coy and occasionally gauche Lady Bethany Metford he had met and spent the evening with. She traded insults and ribald remarks with the smugglers with a familiarity that spoke of a friendship of long standing.

He had still been stunned by that dichotomy half an hour or so later when Bethany pulled on her jacket and parted from the smugglers to begin her walk back home through the forest.

Julius was completely aroused, mesmerized by the little cygnet having turned into a fully grown swan before his eyes. By seeing she was more than capable of holding her own with rough smugglers.

It had proved impossible for him to resist making her aware of his presence before taking her in his arms and claiming her lips with his own.

Here, in the darkness, they ceased to be Lady Bethany Metford and Lord Julius Soames, and instead became simply Bethany and Julius.

He continued to devour the heat of her lips as his fingers became entwined in the silk of her hair to hold Bethany still as he licked, sucked, and devoured those delicious tasting lips.

Chapter Six

Bethany had enjoyed flirtations with some of the local young men, but she had never been kissed like this before, with such deep intensity and by a man experienced enough to know exactly how to rouse her body to her fingertips and toes.

His mouth possessing hers was magical.

His lips and teeth against her throat was thrilling.

His hands caressing the length of her spine before cupping the cheeks of her bottom was exciting.

The hard length of his arousal pressing against her softness was pure ecstasy.

Bethany’s body felt as if it was on fire. Tingling. Burning. Her nipples were hard and aching, and between her thighs wet and swollen with that same desire. It was as if she—

She blinked dazedly as Julius’s lips were wrenched from hers, his fingers tightly gripping her arms as he set her firmly away from him before suddenly releasing her. “What…?”

“That should not have happened,” Julius rasped harshly.

Bethany felt as if she had been physically slapped. As if she wanted to slap him. Instead, she glared at Julius for several seconds before turning on her heel and almost running back to the main house as if the devil were chasing her.

Julius clenched his fists at his sides as Bethany ran from him.

He should not have kissed her. Not only because he was older and more experienced, but also because her brother had become one of his closest friends.

But he had been unable to resist this Bethany, no longer shy and sweet, but outspoken and confident. The roughness of her conversation with the smugglers had only added to his sexual arousal.

Which was absolutely no excuse for the way Julius had kissed her as if his very life had depended upon devouring the taste of her lips and the pleasure of feeling her slender curves pressing against his much harder ones.

James was going to kill him once he knew Julius had dared to kiss his sister!

Because Julius couldn’t keep something like this from his new friend. It would be cowardly for him to do so.

“Excuse me?” James stared at Julius incredulously the following morning. “For a brief moment, I thought you had told me that not only did you follow my sister last night when she left the house to then meet up with a group of smugglers at the river, but that after she had parted from them and was making her way back here, you kissed her?”

Julius had waited until James had placed his breakfast tray on the bedside cabinet before relaying the events of last night to him.

He gave an inclination of his head as he sat back against the pillows stacked behind him. “That is exactly what I said, yes,” he confirmed calmly.

Watching the array of emotions that flickered across James’s face—disbelief, confusion, followed by narrow-eyed accusation—took only a few seconds.

It seemed much longer.

Julius had debated all the ways in which he might tell James