but offered no smile.
‘Miss Seymour.’ He put his cup down and rose to his feet. ‘Do sit down.’ He pulled the chair out for her before the hovering servant could do so and she took her seat, a wash of masculine scent overtaking her from his body as he stood close.
Susanna folded her hands on her lap tightly, asking for some eggs and toast when the servant enquired. Elijah regained his seat, leant over, and poured some orange juice. She thanked him, sat with her head bowed as she was served. Elijah looked up, dismissed the servant with a gesture, and the two of them were left alone in the room.
Susanna took a sip of juice. She did not dare lift her eyes.
‘Susanna,’ Elijah said in an undertone. ‘Your mouth is so hot and wicked.’
Her head jerked up. She narrowed her eyes at him, blushing furiously.
He arched a sardonic brow. ‘What, I’m not allowed to mention what you did to me last night?’
She gave a fierce shake of her head. ‘It was under the influence of wine and you know why I did it. It’s not something to be dissected.’
He fixed those crystal blue eyes on her. ‘To gain a husband for your sister,’ he said.
‘Correct,’ she said tartly.
‘And not because the thought of my cock in your mouth excited you beyond reason?’
Susanna shoved her chair back with indignation.
‘Sit down.’ His tone was like a whip. Susanna sank fearfully back to her seat, not taking her gaze from him. ‘If I want to discuss it, we’ll discuss it. Contrary to what you might think, I don’t usually have women taking such liberties with me and then preferring it was swept under the carpet.’
She curled her lip. ‘Have I bruised your delicate ego, Mr Storm? Perhaps you can’t handle a woman taking control.’
She saw the fury on his face and let her chair fly back, running across the room as fast as her gown would allow her. He reached the door before her, slamming it shut, grabbing her arm and pulling her around.
‘It’s true I prefer the control, but that’s not to say I didn’t enjoy being mastered by you,’ he said, fingers gripping her tight and eyes burning into hers. ‘But let’s not pretend that was an end to it. It was just the beginning.’
Susanna shook her head, aghast. ‘No.’
‘Yes.’ His arm curled about her waist. He pulled her against his muscular body and she felt the hard beating of his heart. She braced her hands on his chest, turning her face away as he tried to kiss her.
Stumbling from his grip, he merely pressed her back against the door, thrusting a thigh between hers as his lips claimed hers savagely. Susanna gasped. She had had kisses before, some none too chaste, but no one had ever kissed her with such raw passion before.
She tried to fight him but it was pointless. Her body responded to him unbidden. She curved a hand around his neck and he pressed closer, deepening the kiss, tongue slipping between her lips. Susanna let out a low moan. She felt his erection against her hip and her whole body shuddered with emotion. When he let her go, she sagged weakly against the door, shattered, fingers touching her lips unconsciously.
Elijah’s desperate expression waned, as though he had mastered the beast within him. He reached out, trailed fingertips over the curve of her cheek tenderly, and she instantly jerked away. Fumbling behind her, she yanked open the door and fled.
Susanna slumped back in the carriage as they set off down the driveway away from the house with Elijah standing at the door watching them go. Lucy was wrapped in her cloak like an invalid, foot elevated on the seat next to Susanna. She chattered endlessly about what a gentleman Mr Storm was while Susanna remained silent.
This was not how it should have gone. She should have been going home with Lucy’s hand firmly secured, not with her lips burning and her body still craving Elijah’s touch.
Chapter Six
A gloom fell over the house like mourning when it was reported that Elijah had gone back