Conquering a Viscount by Macy Barnes Page A

suitors, as any older brother should while Clinton had been occupied with his new wife, not because he was jealous. 
                  From the corner of his eye, he took in the creamy expanse of her legs and allowed himself to admire the curve of her buttocks.  She had really grown into a lovely woman.  He felt himself become aroused and cursed.  Damn it, he was not supposed to have an attraction to her. 
                  He had only begun to notice her as a woman at Clinton ’s wedding.  She was st unning in her gown of deep blue and her dark hair styled in curls that drifted down to the creamy indention of her breasts.  He felt arms circle him from behind and turned to find a kitchen maid by the name of Annie rubbing her body seductively against him.  She cupped his arousal and purred.  “Is that for me?”
    He smiled at her.  “Will you ever cease your relentless hounding of me?” 
    She laughed. “Only after you give in and give me a taste.”
                  He patted her on her rear end and motioned for her to go about her business.  Was he imagining it or was he feeling daggers shot at him from the trees.  He sighed and turned towards her.  “Would you like help Button? Or are you going to hang there all day?”  He thought he heard a very un-lady like curse.
    “You insufferable cad!” she seethed.  “How long have you known I was here?”
    He threw his cigarette to the ground and s tom ped it.  “Oh, just long enough to take in the sight of your beautiful legs and wonderfully round backside.”  Why had he said that?  He cursed inwardly.  He stepped forward and tugged her dress until the fabric gave and she landed in a heap on the ground.  She stood up in a huff.  She was stunning even in her anger and torn dress. 
                  She was all of five feet tall but that did not stop her from kicking him as hard as she could in the shin.  “Ow! What the hell did you do that for Button?” he groaned as he rubbed his shin. 
    “Don’t call me that!”  She struggled to fix her dress so she might make it into the house and back into her room unnoticed.   “I can’t believe you would leave me hanging there just to make sport of me!”  She was thoroughly angry.  He did not care for her feelings at all.  She straightened her shoulders and prepared to walk around him.  He stopped her and turned her around.  Her dress hung in her bloomers.  She felt his touch at the top of her waist and it was like molten fire.  She heard his intake of breath, and knew he was aware of the sexual tension vibrating from within her. 
                  He drew her closer to him and his mouth was dangerously close and hot on her neck.  His hand lingered and she thought he might caress her before she heard him curse and snatch her dress lose and cove r her.  She spun around to face him ; her chest heaving.  She wanted this man.  And from the look in his eyes, she knew he was finally aware of it.
                    He leaned in as if to kiss her, but drew back almost as quickly.  She ran past him and flew up the side stairs into the house.  She did not stop running until she was safely behind her closed bedroom door.  Jonathan ran his hand threw his hair and gritted his teeth in frustration.  Damn his traitorous body, he was rock hard and throbbing with need.  He could not deny it anymore.  He wanted Juliet Wells and wanted her badly. 
                    This was a dilemma.  Clinton was his best friend.  If he ravished Clinton ’s sister he could more than likely kiss his friendship goodbye.  He wanted no wife at this time, and he would have to marry Juliet if he seduced her.  Maybe it was time he went back to his home and start handling his affairs; take reign over his responsibilities before a spunky petite brunette made him throw all caution to the wind.
                  He turned and made his