Part 6 (2/2)

She didn't look away as she ate the grape, then reached for another. She slowly licked that one too.

His erection gave another painful throb.

Siren, he thought. She certainly knew how to torment a man. He looked forward to returning the favor one of these times soon. He could almost hear her breathy little gasps of pleasure now.

Reaching out, he picked up his gla.s.s of wine. With his eyes still locked on hers, he raised the goblet in a silent salute, then tossed back the contents in a deep, single swallow.

She blinked, her tongue stilling for a moment on the grape before she popped it into her mouth and chewed.

A dozen footmen soon arrived to clear the course from the table. Then it was time for the sweet.

Leo eyed the array of sugary treats laid before them, including a particularly creamy-looking chocolate mousse. He nearly groaned as Lady Thalia reached for her spoon.

He was going to need more wine.

Chapter 6.

It was working even better than she'd imagined, Thalia realized as she picked up her spoon.

Maybe a little too well.

From across the table she felt Lord Leopold's jewel-bright gaze move over her like a slow caress. His eyelids were heavy with undisguised desire as he leaned casually back in his chair, drinking his wine and watching her.

What had begun as a game had taken a quick turn into dangerous waters. But she wasn't going to back down now. He deserved every bit of torment she could dish out. Then again, the devil didn't look as if he seemed to mind. In fact, he seemed to be enjoying himself despite all the other people in the room.

Well, she would see if she could rattle his indomitable composure with this next course.

Dipping her spoon into the chocolate mousse, Thalia brought the confection to her lips and ran her tongue around it in long, slow gliding licks. She took her time, savoring every melting bit before she stuck the spoon into her mouth and sucked against it in a way that momentarily hollowed out her cheeks. The creamy sweet melted delectably in her mouth. She slid the spoon out again, then paused to run the edge of her tongue around the perimeter of her lips in a slow, wet glide.

Lord Leopold's eyes widened ever so slightly and he swallowed, his Adam's apple moving up and down beneath his cravat. He s.h.i.+fted fractionally in his chair. A distinctly predatory expression came over his face as if he wanted to vault across the table and drag her out of the room so he could have his way with her.

An unexpected s.h.i.+ver went through her, warmth curling in her veins at the thought.

Truthfully, she hadn't realized how easy it would be to arouse him. In spite of her reputation as an unprincipled temptress, this was the first time she'd ever tried to tease a man s.e.xually. Gordon had never inspired such amorous play and after the divorce, she'd kept well clear of entanglements with men despite their best efforts to attract her. She was tired of being manipulated. She'd had more than enough of being controlled to last her a lifetime.

Which was why she was going to teach Lord Leopold a much-deserved lesson. By the time this party was through, he would be grateful to see the last of her. And she would be equally grateful to be rid of him.

Sliding her spoon into the mousse once more, she ate another bite at a slow, tortuous pace, aware of Lord Leopold's keen gaze upon her.

Then she laid her spoon aside and smiled across at him, deciding she'd made more than a satisfactory start to her plan.

Leo relaxed in his chair, paying only partial attention to the conversation around him. The ladies had withdrawn, leaving the gentlemen to their port and cigars. He supposed it was for the best, since he wasn't sure how much more of Lady Thalia's teasing he could have withstood.

When Lady Holland had signaled for the women to leave the dining room, he'd been of half a mind to follow. He was sure there would have been some way to single out Lady Thalia, then convince her to find a secluded spot where they could tryst. Or better still, retire upstairs to one of the bedchambers.

At this very moment, he could have had her lying naked and writhing beneath him amid warm silken sheets. Her little gasps of pleasure sounding in his ears as he sank himself deep into her aching flesh, her long arms and lush white thighs wrapped tightly around him.

Presuming, of course, that she really had changed her mind and was now receptive to his amorous overtures. Clearly, she was playing games; he just wasn't sure yet what kind.

A short while later, Lord Holland drank a last swallow of port, then suggested all the men adjourn to the drawing room to rejoin the ladies. As Leo stood to leave, Lawrence came up beside him.

”Interesting evening so far,” Lawrence remarked. ”I eat my words about Lady Thalia ignoring you, no pun intended considering we just finished dinner.”

Leo shot him a glance, then started from the room. Lawrence fell into step at his side.

”Couldn't help but notice the . . . umm . . . performance she put on during dessert,” Lawrence said in a low voice. ”I half expected the air to combust between the two of you and melt everyone's pudding.”

Leo's skin warmed at the memory, a slow smile moving across his lips. ”She does have a way with a dessert spoon, doesn't she?”

”That she does.” Lawrence smiled briefly before his expression sobered again. ”Look, I won't waste my breath trying to warn you off her again, since I can see you're determined to seek out the devil in your own way.”

”You know me and the devil,” Leo quipped. ”We're old friends.”

”Be that as it may, you need to remember that there's far more to a woman than the comeliness of her face.”

”I am well aware of the many and varied facets that make up the feminine half of humanity. You're not turning philosopher on me, are you?”

”No, just doing my duty as your brother. By the way, I've decided to return home in the morning.”

”But we only just arrived.”

Lawrence shrugged. ”This is your show. You'll enjoy yourself far more without me around.”

Leo smiled. ”Come to think, you're right.”

”I always am.”

After entering the drawing room, he and Lawrence separated-Lawrence to find a few of his friends, while Leo went in search of Lady Thalia.

He found her seated on a gold damask sofa between a pair of gentlemen who were avidly vying for her attention. A lighthearted laugh rippled from her throat at something one of them had just said.

Leo came to a halt before her. She didn't bother to look up, her interest apparently fixed on the man's next words. The fellow murmured something in her ear that sent her into gales again.

Leo ignored his rivals and made her a bow.

She took a sip from the gla.s.s of ruby-hued cordial in her hand and responded to a new remark, this time from the man on her left.

Leo's jaw tightened. So she was back to ignoring him again, was she? Blowing hot, then cold, in whatever game she had now decided to play.

”Lady Thalia,” Leo said in a voice with too much authority to be dismissed.

A long moment pa.s.sed before she raised her caramel brown eyes to his. ”Lord Leopold.”

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