Lord Lockhart loves his new bride. Yet he also knows that a gentleman
doesn’t inflict his passionate desires on a wife. The marriage bed is
for begetting heirs, not animal lust. No matter how much he desires his
wife. But under Lady Lockhart’s shyness is a determination to tempt her
handsome husband, to satisfy them both and spend every night together in
her bed.

Innocent waltzing lessons in their chambers soon become
passionate, and may lead the newlyweds to overcome their preconceptions
and learn to be lovers, as well as man and wife.

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Waltz of Seduction

Copyright © 2011 Natasha Blackthorne

Alarm accelerated her heartbeat and she glanced up at him. “What are you doing?”

“Trust me.” He moved behind her and took both her hands. She felt him tugging and pulling.

Then he faced her. “Now we try again.”

She pulled at her hands. She couldn’t move them. He had bound them together. “Colin?”

He came back to face her and clasped the sides of her waist, holding her firmly. “I will not let you fall. Do you trust me?”

“I suppose,” she replied. But she worried about his state of mind. He did seem a little foxed.

He began to move, slowly. She stared down at her feet.

“Stop counting the steps.” He pointed at his face. “Look me in the eyes. Feel this in your body, not your head. Trust me.”

Her feet wouldn’t obey.

“In my eyes,” he said.

She took a deep breath and tried to concentrate on this mysterious thing

he seemed to think she would see in his eyes. He smiled at her and then

she did feel something in her belly. A gushy sensation that did

nothing to steady her balance. She returned his smile. He was certainly

more handsome than her dancing master had been. More graceful as well.

They finished the dance with a few trips and stops. Then mercifully, it

was over.

They rested a moment.

“I think I have it, will you untie me now?”

“Oh no, my Lady Lockhart. That was just practice. If you trip this time, you shall owe me two waltzes at that ball.”

It was an unfair edict. She felt helpless as a marionette in his arms. She didn’t know how she was expected to keep her balance.

After a time, his steady blue gaze transfixed her. She forgot about her feet

and just followed him. He was right, there was something in the

stomach. A feeling of connection between what she saw in his eyes and

how her feet seemed to move in tune with his as if by magic. He twirled

her faster and faster until she was laughing and trying to catch her

breath. He slowed down and bent his mouth to her ear.

“This is waltzing. And you dance beautifully when you forget yourself.” His

husky voice sent shivers though her.

His lips touched hers. His tongue caressed her lower lip in feathery

strokes. Her lips parted of their own volition and his tongue swept

into her mouth. Hot, wet and wine tinged.

Dear sweet heaven.

He had never kissed her like this. She wanted to embrace him but he

didn’t seem in a hurry to release her from her bonds. Maybe she should

ask. But then, Priscilla said men didn’t like to be directed in the

bedchamber.