“What would you like me to do?” she asked.
His long, lingering gaze had her mind going to the most wicked of places. Of the things she hoped they would experience together.
“Are you comfortable with us being in this room or did you wish to retire to the bedroom?” he asked.
“I chose this room for a reason.” She pointed toward the chaise lounge. “I have been imagining you and me on that for the better part of a week. If I am only going to get one night with you, Stephen, I want to experience more than just the usual.”
She nodded at the leather sofa. “Or if your tastes run to something different, we could always use that. Perhaps even both.”
A grinning Stephen tugged on the laces of her gown. “Come with me.”
He led her over to the chaise lounge where he plonked himself in the middle of it, then arranged Bridget so that she was standing before him. A flush of heat coursed through her as his gaze ran up and down her body.
If this is the effect, he has on me while I am fully clothed, I might spontaneously combust the instant he sees me naked.
“I was going to command you to slowly strip for me, but something tells me neither of us has that amount of patience.” He took hold of the sides of her skirts and lifting them, bared her lower torso and legs to his sight. “Even better than I had imagined, and believe me, I have been doing a lot of imagining.”
This was utterly scandalous behavior. And she was loving it.
Stephen pushed himself off the chaise lounge and knelt on the floor. His face was level with her sex. “Just a taste before we rid you of these confounded garments,” he whispered.
With her skirts bunched in his hands, he leaned forward and placed a kiss on the outer folds of Bridget’s labia. She shivered with the thrill; with the anticipation of what was to come next.
“Oh,” she murmured as his tongue swept from the bottom of her sex to the tip of her sensitive bud. She lay a trembling hand on his shoulder, taking a firmer hold when he delved into her heated core.
Stephen, licked, sucked, and stroked her with his tongue. Pleasure she had forgotten even existed tore through her core. She stuffed a hand into her mouth to stop from crying out.
One long lick followed by him sucking on her nib sent Bridget close to the edge. Then Stephen drew back. “Can’t have you coming too soon. That would not do.”
He got to his feet, wiping his face with a handkerchief he produced from his jacket pocket. Half mute with lust, Bridget simply stared at him.
“Clothes. Off. Now,” he commanded.
Bridget stirred from her haze, fumbling with the openings of her gown. No sooner had she got them undone, then it was lifted over her head and tossed onto the floor. She blinked twice, unable to fathom how his coat, jacket, shirt, and trousers had all managed to magically disappear in the time it had taken her to loosen her bodice.
Stephen slowly shook his head and tutted. “You are wearing stays. They are the bane of every man’s existence. Now where is a knife when you need one?”
She held up a finger. “Just a minute.”
With no care for her state of semi-undress, Bridget scuttled across the floor before returning quickly with the knife Stephen had confiscated from Lionel Hosey. She held it out to him.
“It seems apt to use this to unwrap your victory prize,” she said.
He flicked the switchblade open and grinned at her. “Last chance to save the undergarment.”
“I am sure I can make an appointment for some new ones.”
The sharp edge of the blade cut through the ties like they were butter. Stephen closed up the knife and placed it on the nearby side table. Bridget held her breath as he took hold of both sides of her stays and wrenched them apart. The poor chemise underneath never stood a chance. He tore it in two.
Cool, air kissed her nipples, and they instantly peaked.
Touch me.
“You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen,” he murmured, the thick emotion in his voice overcoming her worry that this was something he said to every woman he bedded. Stephen made her feel special. Made her want to believe that there had never been and never would be another woman for him.
Tonight, that was all that mattered.
He picked her up, and she wrapped her legs around him. Bridget clung to Stephen. When they reached the chaise lounge, he sat once more. His hard cock pressed against the opening of her sex as slowly, gently he lowered her onto him.
