Propositioned by a Lady (MF)
[Siren Everlasting Classic: Erotic Regency Romance]
Lady Lydia Melior, a widow, is resigned to becoming someone's mistress. She'd prefer Lord Trout, but he is angry she wed the marquis instead of him. He doesn't know she didn't have a choice. Her family's gambling debts had to be paid. If not by her, then by her sister, Penelope.
Hearing of her return to London, Lord Trout pretends he doesn't care. His friend, Lord Sterling, and his wife, encourage Trout to attend Penelope's ball. At the dance, Lydia asks him to meet her the next day. When they meet she offers to become his mistress if he will give her a house and the money for her father.
Lord Trout can't believe she'd ask him to ruin her. But, in time, he discovers her fears, and his love for her returns. Initially, she says no to his proposal, but he is determined to win her hand in marriage.
A Siren Erotic Romance
4 CUPS: "Lady Lydia Melior returns home to her father's house after her husband dies. She knows that he will try to find her another husband; or worse, find one for her sister, if she does not act quickly. Lord Trout told himself he was over Lydia, but he never forgave her for choosing another man over him. When she offers to be his mistress, he is angry, until the truth of her marriage choice is revealed. Lydia offers herself to Trout in exchange for the money her father needs to pay off his gambling debts. He realizes that part of the reason he is so angry is because he still loves her. After learning about her choices and her married life, he asks her to marry him. Lydia denies him because he needs an heir for his title and she is barren. He tries to convince her to change her mind. Propositioned by a Lady is a wonderful book. Ms. Cameron's characters were well written and believable. I loved how Lord Trout was able to move past his hurt and love Lydia openly as he tried to convince her to marry him. That love, combined with how he solved situations in a commanding way, only moved him up the hero scale. Lydia's strong resolve to change her situation made her a heroine I cheered and cried for. These two characters, along with the unraveling exciting plot, kept me quickly turning pages until the end and wishing for more." -- Jane, Coffee Time Romance
Her touch kindled his ravenousness hunger for her. She had an exquisite, delectable manner about her. When she removed his cravat and kissed his neck, where his heart pounded with lust, he caught his breath.
"Am I hurting you, my lord?" Her grey eyes reminded him of a dark sea during a storm. Her particular scent blew around him like the wind, and his body felt as though he stood on a ship's deck, trying to get his balance while the world rocked. She waited for his answer.
"No, my lady, please proceed.”
She pulled his shirt up over his head, letting it fall to the floor, and then trailed her fingers across his chest to his pantaloons. One small hand slipped inside the waistband and curved around his hard cock. Her mouth brushed kisses across his chest. She scraped the edge of her teeth over his nipples.
An all-consuming blaze raged inside his body. He wanted to throw her on the bed and pound into her hot pussy until she promised to be his forever. He'd never be able to quench this raging thirst to taste her, touch her, love her, and have her at his side. But he forced himself to keep control, letting her lead the way.
Her body slid down in front of him, moving his pantaloons down until she'd uncovered his cock. She motioned for him to back up to the bed.
She knelt between his legs and took him into her warm mouth. He gasped with pleasure. Her tongue ran across the tip. His control was slipping. Sweat broke out on his brow.
Lydia opened her mouth wider and went down as deep as she could on him, and then began a slow up and down motion.
He ground his teeth. The pleasure was almost a pain. His fingers caught in her luxurious curls.
"Stop now, love, and let me pleasure you," he managed to get out between his clenched teeth.
Pausing for a second, she glanced at him. "Do you want me to stop?"
He heard a soft giggle and then she quickened her movements. He forgot everything but her sweet touch and the wave of exaltation consuming him when he let go of his control.
Trout lay back on the bed. His breathing had become rapid and hard. His pulse raced. "When I'm sure I'm going to live, love, it will be my turn to treat you."
Lydia sat beside him, a sensual smile on her face. "I do believe you might have enjoyed that particular exercise."
"Not at all, love. This is me, pretending." The sound of her laughter warmed his heart. He suspected there'd been little or no fun in her life these past years. He sat up, and she moved.
She walked to the middle of the room and began to remove her nightgown. Her fair skin glowed in the candlelight. Her glorious, cherry-tipped nipples stood out, tempting him to taste them. His gaze moved on to her flat stomach and ended at the black curls hinting of hidden delights.
She strolled toward him. "My mother warned me about men like you."
He reached out and pulled her onto his lap. "And what did she say?"
"She said to never ever let such a man take liberties."
"Did she say what might happen?"
"No, but her expression warned of dire consequences."
He lifted her and carried her around the bed to the side. Gently, he lowered her onto the sheet.
"She was right, my love, dire, lascivious consequences. Shall I continue?"
"Oh, yes. I'm ready."
Lydia moved further onto the bed to make room for him. He joined her and cupped both breasts. He tasted the rosy nipples that had taunted him. "Sweet nectar." His mouth continued to explore her body. He loved the little catch in her breath that told him she liked a particular touch.
When he reached her lower lips, he tasted her sweet honey and licked across her sensitive clit. Her body twisted with need, and her hands clenched in his hair.
"Take me," she said.
Trout spread her legs wide and put his hungry, pulsing cock at her opening. "Your command is my wish."