Improper Seduction Read Online Free Page B
Author: Temple Rivers
wasn't the truth.
He chuckled and nibbled at her ear, sending a delicious shiver racing down her spine. "I don't think of you as my mam." He paused and looked into her eyes again. "Not in a single way."
She swallowed audibly. "Well, then. That's good, I suppose." She frowned. Why had she uttered those inviting words?
It's very good." He rubbed his nose against hers. "Are you warm enough, now?"
She pushed ineffectively at him. "Yes, quite, so now you can – you can get off me. It's late and time I made my way back to the manor." She heard herself stumbling for words, the confusion and conflict in her voice
"Oh, I don't think so. I'm not quite finished with you." He pulled one corner of the blanket aside and insinuated his hand beneath it. She felt the gentle caress of his fingers against her hip.
"Oh, don't – you can't – you shouldn't – "
"I will. I can. I should," he replied. He placed his wide palm on top of her clothing directly over the mound between her thighs. How had he found the exact spot so unerringly? The warmth immediately suffused her body, the pressure and weight almost medicinal.
"You still suffer from your cramps, do you not?"
She nodded, never taking her eyes from him as his hands and fingers cupped her through the layers of her clothing. He increased the pressure and somehow the comfort ratcheted upward to pleasure.
"Oh," she heard herself say softly as from a distance. "Oh, my."
"Indeed," he replied and stroked her firmly beneath the blanket, through her clothing, under the pale afternoon sun.
Chapter 7
The first thing Chastity did when she returned to the manor was order a very full, very warm bath filled with her most pleasant scent. Marianne looked askance at her when she returned from the gardens and sent George to bring back the items she'd left there, but said nothing.
Asking the maid not to disturb her for at least half an hour, Chastity lay back in the bath, relaxed gradually under the fragrant and steamy water. Her hair was piled on the top of her head and she felt tendrils dampen and stick to her forehead and the back of her neck.
She felt wonderful.
In fact, she felt considerably better after having left Thomas. Her cramps were nearly gone. What magic had he woven merely with the weight of his body on hers – the heat and the heaviness of it.
She soaped up, enjoyed the slippery slide of her fingers over her hot flesh, the curves and contours of her body. She knew she was a beautiful woman, even at her age. Why, then, had she allowed marriage to Charring diminish her opinion of herself? One afternoon with Thomas had restored her respect.
One dangerous afternoon with Thomas, she reminded herself with a tiny shake of her head. She must not be foolish in this exploratory dalliance. She was a lady, he a stable master. Moreover, she was married, and he a young – not so very young, her wicked imagination contradicted – unschooled and untitled man.
Oddly enough, Thomas did not sound unschooled or untitled. With her he spoke and behaved as a gentleman. Some of the time, she reminded herself.
Underneath his rough exterior he often seemed like a gentleman to her.
She slid her fingers lower and thought of Thomas – his broad shoulders, the rough scrape of his beard on her cheek, the tickle of his breath at her ear. Her other hand grazed her nipple. She felt ... swollen, both inside and out and an overwhelming desire to be filled.
"Surely the water's cold by now, m'lady?" Marianne entered hurriedly with a large towel to dry her off.
Chastity stepped from the bath as the maid stirred up the fire and added another log to the fire. Marianne returned with her clean night clothes and helped her address her womanly needs.
"Are you feeling better today, m'lady?"
Chastity smiled at the young girl. Her maid had been with her since she'd wed the Baron. She was fresh-faced and eager to please, a congenial young woman, but Chastity sometimes wished for an older woman in
He chuckled and nibbled at her ear, sending a delicious shiver racing down her spine. "I don't think of you as my mam." He paused and looked into her eyes again. "Not in a single way."
She swallowed audibly. "Well, then. That's good, I suppose." She frowned. Why had she uttered those inviting words?
It's very good." He rubbed his nose against hers. "Are you warm enough, now?"
She pushed ineffectively at him. "Yes, quite, so now you can – you can get off me. It's late and time I made my way back to the manor." She heard herself stumbling for words, the confusion and conflict in her voice
"Oh, I don't think so. I'm not quite finished with you." He pulled one corner of the blanket aside and insinuated his hand beneath it. She felt the gentle caress of his fingers against her hip.
"Oh, don't – you can't – you shouldn't – "
"I will. I can. I should," he replied. He placed his wide palm on top of her clothing directly over the mound between her thighs. How had he found the exact spot so unerringly? The warmth immediately suffused her body, the pressure and weight almost medicinal.
"You still suffer from your cramps, do you not?"
She nodded, never taking her eyes from him as his hands and fingers cupped her through the layers of her clothing. He increased the pressure and somehow the comfort ratcheted upward to pleasure.
"Oh," she heard herself say softly as from a distance. "Oh, my."
"Indeed," he replied and stroked her firmly beneath the blanket, through her clothing, under the pale afternoon sun.
Chapter 7
The first thing Chastity did when she returned to the manor was order a very full, very warm bath filled with her most pleasant scent. Marianne looked askance at her when she returned from the gardens and sent George to bring back the items she'd left there, but said nothing.
Asking the maid not to disturb her for at least half an hour, Chastity lay back in the bath, relaxed gradually under the fragrant and steamy water. Her hair was piled on the top of her head and she felt tendrils dampen and stick to her forehead and the back of her neck.
She felt wonderful.
In fact, she felt considerably better after having left Thomas. Her cramps were nearly gone. What magic had he woven merely with the weight of his body on hers – the heat and the heaviness of it.
She soaped up, enjoyed the slippery slide of her fingers over her hot flesh, the curves and contours of her body. She knew she was a beautiful woman, even at her age. Why, then, had she allowed marriage to Charring diminish her opinion of herself? One afternoon with Thomas had restored her respect.
One dangerous afternoon with Thomas, she reminded herself with a tiny shake of her head. She must not be foolish in this exploratory dalliance. She was a lady, he a stable master. Moreover, she was married, and he a young – not so very young, her wicked imagination contradicted – unschooled and untitled man.
Oddly enough, Thomas did not sound unschooled or untitled. With her he spoke and behaved as a gentleman. Some of the time, she reminded herself.
Underneath his rough exterior he often seemed like a gentleman to her.
She slid her fingers lower and thought of Thomas – his broad shoulders, the rough scrape of his beard on her cheek, the tickle of his breath at her ear. Her other hand grazed her nipple. She felt ... swollen, both inside and out and an overwhelming desire to be filled.
"Surely the water's cold by now, m'lady?" Marianne entered hurriedly with a large towel to dry her off.
Chastity stepped from the bath as the maid stirred up the fire and added another log to the fire. Marianne returned with her clean night clothes and helped her address her womanly needs.
"Are you feeling better today, m'lady?"
Chastity smiled at the young girl. Her maid had been with her since she'd wed the Baron. She was fresh-faced and eager to please, a congenial young woman, but Chastity sometimes wished for an older woman in
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