Girl meets Duke. Tessa Dare

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       Chapter Six

      The kiss lasted a triumphant, beautiful instant.

      Then he dropped her to the floor.

       Penny, you fool.

      It was only a distance of a few inches, but the impact shivered up her legs and made her knees weak. She had to cling to him for balance, which naturally made it all the more awkward.

      “I’m sorry,” she said, releasing him. “That was an accident.”

      His eyebrow quirked.

      “I mean, it wasn’t an accident. People accidentally bump heads, don’t they. Or knees. No one bumps lips on accident. I did it purposely.” She could hear herself blathering, but she couldn’t seem to stop. “I was grateful for your help with Bixby, and more than a little overwhelmed by that display of brute strength. All that flexing.”

      He stared hard at her mouth, likely in disbelief at the nonsensical words streaming out of it.

      She bit her lip. “Would you believe me if I said I was dizzy from the altitude?”

      “No.”

      “Very well, I . . .” She squeezed her eyes shut. “I wanted to kiss you. I can’t explain why. I have no excuses. At any rate, don’t worry. It was clearly a mistake, and I promise it won’t happen agai—”

       Again.

      He kissed her again.

      Or rather, he kissed her for the first time—and he was so much better at it than she.

      This kiss could not be mistaken for an accidental collision of mouths. Oh, no. He kissed with purpose. His lips had ideas. His tongue had plans.

      She closed her eyes and melted against him, flattening her hands on his muscled arms. He brushed his lips to hers in a series of chaste, yet masterful kisses. He swept a hand up her spine and into her hair, where he twisted and gathered the tangled locks in his fist. Then he tugged sharply, tipping her face to his and sending electric sensation over her every nerve.

      When her mouth fell open in a gasp, he reclaimed her lips, sweeping his tongue between them. Her first instinct was to shy away, but Penny fought against it. She reached higher, lacing her arms about his neck and holding tight.

      His tongue stroked hers, slow and insistent. He tasted of soot and salt and . . . and of apples, strangely. Tart, smoky, just a hint of sweet.

      A lush, decadent pleasure unwound within her, snaking through her veins—as though it had lain coiled in anticipation for years. Waiting on this moment.

      Waiting on this man.

      And then, in a voice rough with yearning, he whispered a single word against her lips. “Inventory.”

      Penny’s eyes snapped open. “What?”

      “Send me an inventory,” he said, releasing her from his embrace. “A list of the animals. I’ll start on finding them homes.”

      He gathered his discarded coat and folded it over his arm. After a look at his soot-smeared cravat, he tossed it into the fire.

      Suddenly, he was all business. Penny was all confusion.

      When he left the kitchen and mounted the stairs, she followed him, because what else could she do?

      “While I’m working on the animals,” he went on, “confer with your seamstress friend. You can’t attend balls and such until you have a gown to wear. And if you want to make the society column, it had better be a stunning one.”

      “If anyone can create something stunning, it’s Emma.”

      “Good.” He opened the front door. “We’re all sorted, then.”

      “Are we?”

      “I’ll await your list.” With a nod, he exited the house and shut the door behind him.

      How irritating. Penny was still reeling and breathless from their kiss, and he . . . wasn’t, apparently. Surely a considerate man would at least pretend to be a bit unmoored.

      Then the door reopened, and he entered again. “Your Ladyship, I—”

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