Every Time We Kiss

Again.

Chapter 10

As Jennette drank her tea the next morning, nursing a pounding headache, she thought about what she’d done the previous night. While she had done some impulsive things in the past, walking into an unmarried man’s bedchamber, more than a little drunk, was unconscionable. But it didn’t explain why he kissed her…again.

And that second kiss was even more delicious than the first. Tingling, warm sensations had spread throughout her body as his mouth devoured hers. Every part of her had seemed over-sensitized. When he pressed his hand to her breast, she thought she might faint from the pleasure. Just remembering it sent moist heat to a region she shouldn’t be thinking about now.

But she couldn’t stop her mind from wondering what it would be like to make love with him. To have his thick shaft enter her, filling her, sending her over the edge of desire. She shifted in her seat, thankful most of the party had gone hunting. Her mind wandered back to the image of his hand stroking her and his mouth sucking her nipples.

She pressed her legs tightly together hoping the urge to touch there would go away. The throbbing only worsened. She wanted him there, touching her, stroking her.

“Jennette, are you unwell?”

Jennette blinked her eyes open to see Avis staring at her. Heat scorched her cheeks as her friend and sister-in-law took a seat in the morning room.

“I—I’m all right.”

“You don’t look all right. In fact, you look very flustered, as if I caught you doing something you shouldn’t be doing.” Avis smiled. “So what naughty thing were you thinking about?”

“Naughty?”

Avis smirked and nodded. “Judging from the look on your face…very naughty.”

“N—nothing,” she mumbled. “I was thinking about…the ball tomorrow night. And what I shall wear.”

“Of course,” Avis said, picking up a teacup. “I’m certain gowns were definitely on your mind.”

“It’s true!”

“Jennette, I have known you for far too long. The look on your face was positively…oh my,” Avis said wide-eyed. “Who is it?”

“Who is what?”

“The man you were thinking of?”

“I was not thinking about any man!” She scraped back her chair and stood.

“Sit down, Jennette.” Avis motioned for her to sit. “It’s not like I haven’t been in your situation.”

“It’s not the same, Avis.”

Avis only chuckled. “Of course not. It’s you so it is different.”

“Stop that,” Jennette complained. “You are imagining everything. Just because you fell into bed with my brother doesn’t mean everyone else does the same.”

“Perhaps not. However, there is nothing to say you can’t have feelings for a—Oh my God, it’s Blackburn, isn’t it?”

“Of course not!” she lied frantically. The last thing she needed was her sister-in-law going to Banning with this news.

Avis sat back and tilted her head. “Oh, it is.”

Jennette dropped her head into her hands. “Avis, you cannot tell Banning.”

Avis was quickly there next to her, pulling her up. “We can’t discuss anything this private in the morning room. Let’s go to the greenhouse.”

They walked down the hall until they came to the door. Stealthily, they left the house and raced for the greenhouse. After a quick check to make sure no servants were about, Avis pushed Jennette onto an iron bench by the orange trees.

“Now tell me,” her friend demanded.