Not Your Average Countess

COMPLETED. When the earl of Tonfield, Cole Fletcher decided to drop his newly wedded wife at the steps of Blakewood Manor with as much respect as would be given a sack of potatoes, the last thing he expected was for her to move into his ancestral home and do the one thing he rather her not do. As if that wasn't enough, news of his wife's exploits was beginning to circulate around the ton, while Cole wants to keep an eye on his wife and put her firmly in her place. Emily wants her husband to understand she exists. As a wife, as a countess, as a woman! It's a clash of wills! ****** A score of colour appeared on Emily's cheek, even more so when she noticed he was watching her calmly following the trail of her blush as it spread lower, over her collarbone, and disappearing into the cut of her gown. And then his eyes lifted, and she saw the pool of heat in them. Watched them darkening. He swallowed and stared at her full lips. His eyes were dazed, Emily noticed, as he leaned forward hovering close to her lips. His black sheen of hair so close Emily wanted to reach out and touch it. At this point, she was breathing heavily. Mesmerized by her his touch and what was happening there. Her breast was straining against her grey gown and wanted to be freed. His eyes were half-closed when he angled his face. So close. Emily parted her lips in anticipation, in readiness for what was about to come, and all of a sudden he froze, and they stared at each other in silence, gauging each other's reaction. He released her like a hot potato taking several steps back.