Sorry," she whispered, unsure of what she was sorry for. But the man appeared
to be in pain.
"Don't be. You can fix it tomorrow."
"What?"
"Nothing," he laughed as he started to tug at the laces of her dress.
"What are ye doin'?
"Seducing you." His lips trailed down her neck and across her collarbone, as
soon as he'd bared it. He stopped briefly to tenderly kiss the bite mark
he'd left on her.
"You can not seduce me, here."
Oliver tugged at her hair until she tilted her head to expose more of her neck. He
licked and nipped his way down her chest.
"Is that a challenge, Hazel?" Even in the shadows of the orangery, she could see
the twinkle in his eye.
"No' a challenge," she said as he pulled her dress from her shoulder and exposed
the top of her breast. "It's a fact. It is not
