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Here is mine from my WIP Lady Caro’s Accidental Marriage. The excerpt takes place between Lady Horatia Langdon, a widow and Captain John Whitton, after they’ve known each other for about a half an hour.
She walked into the corridor and into a wall of male muscle. His arm shot out to stop her from bouncing off him. “Oh!”
Glancing up she saw Captain Whitton. “Good day, Captain.”
His hand seemed to burn through the thin cashmere of her gown and three petticoats. “I was just going…”
Horatia’s voice faded. He stared down at her. His eyes twinkled with humor. Her gaze dropped to his lips which tilted once more into his crooked smile, the dimple made an appearance, and her lips tingled in response.
His arm tightened and her breasts brushed against his coat. A shiver shot straight to the apex of her thighs, and she stopped breathing. Horatia closed her eyes, resisting the urge to rub against him like some wanton cat.
She inhaled, and opened her mouth to tell him they were standing much too close together, and he really shouldn’t have her arm around her, when his lips captured hers and she opened her mouth to his. His tongue ran across her teeth. She put her hands on his face, and caressed his tongue with hers. He tasted like tea and the ocean. He lifted her as he tilted his head, and she pressed into him, moaning. After several moments, her brain caught up with her long starved senses.\
What was she doing kissing him like this? She tried to jerk away. “Captain Whitton.”
The indignation she’d tried to infuse into the words didn’t come out quite as she’d planned. Her voice was much too soft and breathy, as if she meant to encourage him rather than the opposite.
She put her hand on his chest and pushed. He loosened his hold, but didn’t move away. She could not allow this to happen, not now. She had too many duties to focus on. Horatia tried again. “Captain Whitton, I may be a widow, but I am a chaste widow. I do not engage in love making outside of the martial bonds.”
As his head bent to kiss her again, she hauled back one arm and slapped him.
Whitton’s head jerked up with a frown. “What the duce was that for?”
“I told you…”
“Yes, you told me you had to be married to make love with me, and I agreed.”
Something was terribly wrong with this conversation. She narrowed her eyes. “Agreed to what?”
“Marry you, of course.”