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Author: Temple Rivers
she countered.
"Ah, there's that." He couldn't deny his forwardness.
"I was surprised his lordship left so quickly after arriving," he ventured. He wanted to probe, to confirm what had happened between the Baroness and her husband to cause his immediate return to London.
He was quite sure he already knew the answer to that, though.
She sat up quickly and turned those brilliant eyes on him. "I – I believe I have – displeased my lord," she murmured, although there was no regret in her eyes.
"So graceful a lady displease her husband? I can't imagine how. "
Her eyes slid away from his. "Oh, through no fault of my own."
"I see."
"Do you?" She peered upward into his eyes and he wondered what she saw there – a callow youth or a grown man? The notion she might not take him seriously annoyed him.
"Yes, there are ... biological changes over which one has no control," he explained logically.
She placed one hand on his knee, and he felt himself grow hard, his cock stretching in his trousers like a lazy cat. He saw her eyes drop to his lap, heard the sharp intake of her breath.
"I see." She threw his words back at him.
"Was the Baron's displeasure due to something –like this?" He inclined his head downward where her fingers tightened on his knee – so very close, but not nearly close enough, to his bulging dick.
"Yes," she breathed on a sigh. "Something – perhaps – like that."
A long silence continued between them while her fingers played with the fabric of his trousers, while his eyes took in the fragile loveliness of her features, and while her rapid breathing lifted the bodice of her dress.
"Could not a gentleman find a way to, uh, work his way around such uncontrollable and unforeseeable obstacles?" Thomas asked.
She glanced sharply up at him, her hand stilling on his knee. She pulled away, bent her knees, and clasped them through the thickness of her dress and petticoats. She shivered a bit from the cold and Thomas felt the warmth leave his leg where she'd seemed to heat him up from the inside out.
When she spoke, her voice held a bitter edge. "A gentleman could not work his way around such an impediment," she answered firmly.
"He could not? Or he would not?" Thomas asked innocently.
She shrugged impatiently and rose, pulling her cloak around her as she walked to the edge of the fountain. "What does it matter?"
He followed her. He couldn't not follow her. He sat beside her on the stone edge of the fountain while they both watched the water spout from a naked angel's mouth. Thomas wondered uncharitably if the angel's rather undersized penis offended his lady, or she was rather used to it.
Lady Rockham suddenly turned hard eyes, brilliant as gemstones, on him. "How old are you, Thomas?"
She'd surprised him and he'd thought himself far too old for that element. "Old enough," he vacillated.
She arched a delicate eyebrow and waited for a proper answer.
He lifted one shoulder and looked off toward the shrubbery. "I've passed the age of majority."
He saw by the expression on her face that this time he'd surprised her. "What?" He laughed robustly. "You'd thought me an infant!"
The statement roused another smile from her.
"I ask again," he pressed, "a gentleman could not, or would not?"
Her silence spoke volumes.
"Perhaps, then," he finally responded after a long pause, "What you want is not a gentleman at all."
"Whom should I want, if not a gentleman?"
"Someone who will give you what you truly desire."
Chapter 6
What you desire.
Thomas made the words sound so innocent and yet so sensual. What did Chastity desire? The place between her legs throbbed with swelling, discomfort, and heat. She wanted something – someone – to relieve that, she thought. Something other than a warm cloth applied to her mound.
"You've begun your courses and your husband is unhappy that he cannot lie with you." Thomas said the words flatly, with no inflection, as if the fact made no difference at all to
"Ah, there's that." He couldn't deny his forwardness.
"I was surprised his lordship left so quickly after arriving," he ventured. He wanted to probe, to confirm what had happened between the Baroness and her husband to cause his immediate return to London.
He was quite sure he already knew the answer to that, though.
She sat up quickly and turned those brilliant eyes on him. "I – I believe I have – displeased my lord," she murmured, although there was no regret in her eyes.
"So graceful a lady displease her husband? I can't imagine how. "
Her eyes slid away from his. "Oh, through no fault of my own."
"I see."
"Do you?" She peered upward into his eyes and he wondered what she saw there – a callow youth or a grown man? The notion she might not take him seriously annoyed him.
"Yes, there are ... biological changes over which one has no control," he explained logically.
She placed one hand on his knee, and he felt himself grow hard, his cock stretching in his trousers like a lazy cat. He saw her eyes drop to his lap, heard the sharp intake of her breath.
"I see." She threw his words back at him.
"Was the Baron's displeasure due to something –like this?" He inclined his head downward where her fingers tightened on his knee – so very close, but not nearly close enough, to his bulging dick.
"Yes," she breathed on a sigh. "Something – perhaps – like that."
A long silence continued between them while her fingers played with the fabric of his trousers, while his eyes took in the fragile loveliness of her features, and while her rapid breathing lifted the bodice of her dress.
"Could not a gentleman find a way to, uh, work his way around such uncontrollable and unforeseeable obstacles?" Thomas asked.
She glanced sharply up at him, her hand stilling on his knee. She pulled away, bent her knees, and clasped them through the thickness of her dress and petticoats. She shivered a bit from the cold and Thomas felt the warmth leave his leg where she'd seemed to heat him up from the inside out.
When she spoke, her voice held a bitter edge. "A gentleman could not work his way around such an impediment," she answered firmly.
"He could not? Or he would not?" Thomas asked innocently.
She shrugged impatiently and rose, pulling her cloak around her as she walked to the edge of the fountain. "What does it matter?"
He followed her. He couldn't not follow her. He sat beside her on the stone edge of the fountain while they both watched the water spout from a naked angel's mouth. Thomas wondered uncharitably if the angel's rather undersized penis offended his lady, or she was rather used to it.
Lady Rockham suddenly turned hard eyes, brilliant as gemstones, on him. "How old are you, Thomas?"
She'd surprised him and he'd thought himself far too old for that element. "Old enough," he vacillated.
She arched a delicate eyebrow and waited for a proper answer.
He lifted one shoulder and looked off toward the shrubbery. "I've passed the age of majority."
He saw by the expression on her face that this time he'd surprised her. "What?" He laughed robustly. "You'd thought me an infant!"
The statement roused another smile from her.
"I ask again," he pressed, "a gentleman could not, or would not?"
Her silence spoke volumes.
"Perhaps, then," he finally responded after a long pause, "What you want is not a gentleman at all."
"Whom should I want, if not a gentleman?"
"Someone who will give you what you truly desire."
Chapter 6
What you desire.
Thomas made the words sound so innocent and yet so sensual. What did Chastity desire? The place between her legs throbbed with swelling, discomfort, and heat. She wanted something – someone – to relieve that, she thought. Something other than a warm cloth applied to her mound.
"You've begun your courses and your husband is unhappy that he cannot lie with you." Thomas said the words flatly, with no inflection, as if the fact made no difference at all to
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