Today’s First Kiss Friday featured guest is Ella Quinn, author of historical romance Desiring Lady Caro. Welcome Ella! Here’s the first kiss between Lady Caroline Martindale and Gervais, Earl of Huntley.
Caro turned and seemed to study him. “Thank you for taking care of me.”
Her eyes were so blue, deeper than usual. His heart seemed to be clogging his throat. There was no way he would not have nursed her. He kept his voice as soft as a caress. “Caro, may I kiss you?”
She stared at him for a few moments, but it seemed like an eternity. “Yes.”
Huntley had never seduced an innocent before. Her rape didn’t count as experience. Opening his senses to her, he took in her faint lavender and lemon scent. He shifted her closer to him and barely touched his lips to the corner of her mouth before lightly brushing them against hers. Hesitantly, she moved her lips on his. He fluttered kisses on her mouth and jaw. Caro sighed. Firming his lips, he moved back to her mouth and ended the kiss. “Thank you.”
Caro’s cheeks were flushed. “I’ve never had a kiss like that. It was as if you really meant it.”
“Perhaps because I did mean it.” He glanced down at her. Was there more to his wife’s resistance than the rape? He tried to keep his tone light. “Have you had many kisses?”
She sighed again. “No, and none that I really liked, except that one.”
“Ah. If you don’t object, I plan to kiss you some more.” She turned to him. Her brows were drawn together and raised, as if she didn’t understand what he was saying. “Not now, but over the course of the next week.”
Her eyes closed and she cuddled next to him. “I don’t understand,” she said groggily, and her breathing deepened as she succumbed to sleep.
Suddenly she seemed to rouse. “But kissing doesn’t fit my plan.”
He raised his brows. Plan? Huntley pressed his lips lightly against her temple again, and she stirred sluggishly. Was she even awake? “What plan, my love?”
“To make you leave me.”
“But you promised me an heir.”