'I burn for you with every moment of my life,' he said on a gasp when her fingers examined the hard ridge in his pants. 'You would love me before we are married?' She clasped his dark locks and ran a hand over his chest and down until the semi-stretchy material of his pantaloons met her fingers. Delicious shivers she had come to crave ran from her core to spark in every part of her body. Miranda bit her lip, as his hard and willing rod pressed against her sex. Not in that way.' He adjusted her seat and brought her heated core up against his own, his hands kneading her bottom. Wicked lips brushed hers with a fierce longing that left her breathless. He pulled her onto his lap, and her legs straddled his. 'I thought I already bestowed such favours.' 'Love you, dear sir,' she said, clasping his shoulders and looking down at him. 'Miranda, love me,' Sedley had said, pulling her onto his lap in a deserted parlour, the muted sounds of a waltz fading to insignificance when he moved his hands to lift the hem of her gown. Of how his lips, eager and hungry, would tempt her to sins no lady of eighteen years should ever commit. A smile quirked her lips at the memories of their trysts. Lord Sedley had courted her and lavished attention on her whenever a secluded corner or hidden closet presented itself. Miranda thought back to the last night she was with him. New to what touches in the night by desired hands could do. New to the ways of the season and what society expected of them. His dark, hooded eyes and cropped hair gave him the air of a man who took what he wanted and gave no quarter to the ton and their strictures.īut he had been so different once. Lord Scandal, or formally known to the ton as Lord Sedley, was not a man to toy with. Extremely easy this night, considering the low cut of her gown. Miranda looked across the Lord Augustine Ballroom floor and watched the unsavoury rake ogle the widow, Lady Marshall's breasts. Lord Scandal does not bestow his favours on everyone,' Anna said, with a pointed stare. 'Not if you intend to waste such an opportunity. 'Please, hand me the invitation, Anna.' Miranda added a hint of warning to her tone, which her headstrong, sometimes selfish friend, chose to ignore.Īnna fanned herself with the card. And when the woman he thought never to see grace his home walks into his library and expects all her desires to be sated, his resolve to redeem himself is tested.Ĭan one night of sin give them both what they crave the most? Or will past wounds be too deep to forgive and forget? He only desires one woman to warm his sheets. L ord Scandal, otherwise known as Lord Sedley, no longer desires such meaningless liaisons in the ton.

All Lady Miranda Fitsimmon has to do is keep her rendezvous with the man secret from the ton and her heart inured to the memory of their past. Every need satisfied, nothing expected in return. One night of passion with the notorious rake, Lord Scandal.

To Sin with Scandal by Tamara Gill