Estates of Leisure Enemies or - Yael Yadid

For young Lady Elizabeth Morland, her english family country Estate haunts her with her childhood past, with the presence of Jacob Gillingham, the Marquess of Wessex. Will his visit bring her Romance of undeniable magnetic desires to surface, or will Jacob remain her Enemy, she so painfully wants to forget.

All she knew was that she could feel the weight of his gaze on her, branding her, reminding her of the fact he had grown into a man—and a man she would be foolish indeed to tangle with.
"A pleasure," he said, bringing her fingers to his lips. She was wearing gloves, but the press of his mouth against her knuckles sent a thrill through her. She caught her breath, and as though he heard the tiny sound, his eyes met hers again, darker than before.

He was closer now, and she turned away to flee, wishing she had worn more substantial shoes. Footsteps sounded behind her, and she did not even have time to scream before his arm fastened around her waist, tugging her back against him. His mud-splattered arm was around her waist, her back was against his chest, and she could feel it rising and falling as he tightened his grip. His breath brushed her hair, and this was altogether too intimate. His fingers flexed on her side, as though accustoming themselves to being there, and she loathed that she could feel this all so precisely . Her senses were not muddling a single movement he took."Not so fast," he said into her ear as she struggled to free herself.

Her chest rose and fell with each unsteady breath she took, because although she had meant her wild, impetuous offer, the thought of it made her entire body quiver with mingled fear and excitement."Say my name again," he said into her ear, and the warm rush of his breath sent another shiver through her one she knew he could feel. "Say, 'I want to kiss you, Jacob'."