I kenned the kilt was barbaric and ridiculous.
When his palm closed around his cock, Lysander hissed in relief, then let his shoulder fall to support him against the door as he frantically pumped. His free hand scrambled for his handkerchief as he remembered the taste of her skin, the feel of her breast.
She’d been in a train all day, for God’s sake! She should not have tasted as delicious as she did. But Tiffany’s innocent responses to his touch had been bloody intoxicating, and feeling her cunny spasm against his touch?—
With a quiet grunt, Lysander came, spilling into the handkerchief as discreetly as possible.
With his pulse pounding against his temple, he allowed his forehead tothunkagainst the door.
Hell.
The release hadn’t helped clear his head at all, had it?
He still needed to order them both dinner, had to make certain her room was safe. And then, damn it, he would order himself a bath and a brandy. The Ritz would have come with those amenities without concern, but here it would be an additional fee. He would gladly spend it for some comfort, but couldn’t afford to let Tiffany know.
If she knew “Lunzie” had money of his own to spare, she would begin to question who he was. This whole deception would fall apart, before he won.
But Lysander shuddered, remembering the way his heart had clenched in disappointment when she’d called himLunziein the midst of passion.
Would revealing himself be really that bad?
CHAPTER 9
If she’d considered it, Tiffany would have thought that she’d sleep soundly that night. A full day of travel, then the adventure in York, ought to have exhausted her. Dinner was delivered by a cheerful young girl, and it was surprisingly delicious and filling, if a little lonely.
She was surprised to discover shemissedsparring with Lunzie.
And then there was that orgasm.
That wicked, wonderful release, that pleasure which had swamped her in every way. Fromhim.
She hadn’t kissed him.
It had been unexpected and strange, to have him standing apart from her like that. There’d been no kissing, and neither had removed any clothing…but the way his touch had made her feel?
For a few moments, Tiffany hadknownshe was the most desirable woman in Scotland, and it had nothing to do with her beauty.
So yes, she should have been wrung out, drained.Sated.
But instead of sleeping soundly, Tiffany found herself tossing and turning, remembering the way he’d cursed after she’d called himLunzie. Who was her mysterious chaperone? Who was hereally?
Because she knew he wasn’t who he claimed to be.
But despite all of her worries, Tiffany knew she’d been right to trust him. Tonight, he’d made her feel like aprincess, then left her. He hadn’t taken advantage of her, hadn’t pressed her—although in that moment, she might’ve saidyes, as she had earlier.
He’d protected her, and protected her reputation, when she couldn’t.
And he’d kissed her neck.
Tiffany paused in her morning toilette to press her fingertips against her skin, where his mouth had been. Somewhere in the dark of night, she’d realized she’dwantedto kiss him then, and wanted it still.
Perhaps, when her adventure was complete, she’d find a way to give him that kiss he’d asked for.
Uncertain if they’d be able to purchase the manuscript for Bonnie and make it in time for the train, Tiffany packed her things and left them at the front desk before meeting Lunzie in the breakfast room. Other young ladies might find it strange to eat among strangers, but she’d grown up in an Inn, and understood how these things worked.
When she breezed up to the table, Lunzie stood like a gentlemen, and held her chair. “Thank you, Lunzie,” she murmured, sitting.
Was it her imagination, or did his fingers linger on the wood behind her shoulders? “Good morning.” He cleared his throat and moved to sit down.
