Loving Lucy
A Regency Romance
She can only trust one man, the one she's been taught to hate.
Lucy Moore has it all. She's wealthy, an earl’s daughter, and all she needs is a husband. Her distant cousin Philip, who inherits her father’s title and much of his wealth, loves Lucy but her mother discourages the connection, and instead, turns her attention to Sir Geoffrey Sanders.
But when Lucy refuses Sir Geoffrey, he decides to take matters into his own hands and make sure of her.
Lucy goes on the run and has to depend on the kindness of strangers, people she’s never met, but have every reason to dislike her. And at the depths of her despair, Philip finds her. Together they discover a passion that will last them a lifetime. If Lucy can survive the machinations of her mother and Sir Geoffrey.
Warning - this book contains forced sex, although it is not described in detail, and not perpetrated by the hero.
Publisher · Amazon Kindle/Smashwords
Genre · Sensual Historical Romance
Length · Full Length Novel
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When he looked at her he saw an appeal, and his own love reflected there for him. This couldn’t be true; he’d made himself think of her in a different way, hoped for her friendship, nothing else. But what he saw in her face finally convinced him there was something else for him, something more. He’d seen that expression on his own face in the mirror too often to mistake it. He could bear it no longer. “Lucy my love.” He leaned forward and kissed her.
This kiss felt right. Lucy released his hands and put hers around his neck, relaxed into the kiss. He lay next to her, held her, kissed her again and again. Each kiss was more passionate, more needy, and she responded. It shouldn’t be this easy, but it felt right, as nothing before ever had. His hand slid up from her waist to her breast, and she sighed with pleasure. He couldn’t deny her this. He couldn’t deny himself.
Sensations Lucy had never felt before, thrills passed through her at his touch, and when Philip bent his head, kissing her throat and her breasts until her nipples hardened with her need for him, she was sure she was in heaven. He drew back, sat up but when she reached for him he smiled and pulled his shirt off over his head, then unbuttoned his pantaloons and slid them down his body, taking off everything else at the same time. She pulled off her nightgown and cast it aside. She thought he was beautiful, his strong body shaded with dark hair, on the backs of his arms, on his chest, and she longed to feel him next to her.
He paused, looked at her, and she revelled in his gaze on her because he so obviously took such pleasure from it. “Lucy if you have any doubts you must say so now.” His voice wasn’t entirely steady. “Because if I touch you again I won’t be able to stop.”
For an answer she took his hand and put it on her stomach, holding it there with her own. He didn’t move for a moment, just looked at her, trying, she thought, to make sure she really meant it before he lay down next to her and took her into his arms.
They lay together for what seemed like forever, and he caressed her, smoothed his hands over her. Everywhere she felt her need for him. He stroked her body, kissed her, told her, “You’re truly beautiful, my love, my dearest love,” before he moved over her and entered her with insistent but gentle pressure.
How different from before! This was no violation, no unwanted invasion but a sought for and welcome thing. Lucy sighed with happiness when she felt him begin to move inside her and kissed his neck. He turned his head and looked at her, a trace of anxiety in his gaze. “Does it hurt? Should I stop?”
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