HIS BRAZEN BRIDE

“What are you doing?” he whispered.

“I think it should be fairly obvious.” Claire’s hands rose to rest against his chest; her gaze climbed to meet his. “I am attempting to steal a kiss from my husband.”

“Here? Now?”

She pulled in a tight breath. Her courage threatened to fail her for an instant; then she pushed herself closer to his tempting male strength.

“Is this not the ideal opportunity?” she whispered seductively.

Sliding her hands up, Claire wound her arms about Jasper’s neck and pressed her lips against his. Her kiss was not soft or gentle, but forceful and passionate. He responded in kind, and when the hot waft of his breath struck her moist lips, Claire felt her body tighten.

Slowly, she teased his senses awake, using her lips, teeth, and tongue, delighting when she wrought a husky moan of desire from deep in his throat. Though she had initiated the contact, Jasper now seemed to be in control. He held her firmly in place, kissing her fiercely.

Claire arched her back and pushed herself closer. She wanted to feel every last inch of him, to absorb the strength and hardness of his body into her own. She flicked his cravat loose, and then reached for the buttons of his waistcoat and began to unfasten them. The moment it was done, she started on his shirt, trembling with excitement when she was finally finished and had successfully freed it from his waistband. Inhaling deeply, Claire slipped her hands inside Jasper’s open clothing. His skin felt hot, burning her trailing fingertips as they eagerly explored the contours of his chest....