The “we” pleased her a great deal.
A few minutes later they climbed the stairs to their apartments. The minute she opened the door to her bedchamber she cringed. “I really must change the color of this room. I do, however, like the style of the furniture.”
He glanced around then pointed to a low table set between a chaise on one side and two chairs on the other. “The sample books are there. Would you like to go through them alone, or shall I help?”
“Please stay. I would like your opinion.” She sat on the chaise and he took the place next to her.
The swatches were arranged so that they could be removed from the books and draped or held up. After a few minutes, she had the fabric samples she liked placed on every piece of furniture in the room.
“I think I shall change these two.” She swapped the small cream and pale pink stripe she had placed on the chaise with a large, airy print and placed the stripe on the chairs. “That’s better. All that is left is the walls and hangings.” Picking up two pieces of silk wall paper, she held them up, but they were too close for her to see how they’d look on the walls. “Will you hold these against the wall over there?” She pointed to the far wall. “Yes, I believe the cream and pink with the larger stripe is better.”
Geoffrey lowered his arms, placing the swatch she had chosen on a table next to the wall. “That didn’t take as long as I thought it would.”
“No.” She had been thinking about what she wanted since she first saw the bedchamber. Elizabeth scanned the room again. With the lighter colors it would appear much larger.
There was only one more space to decorate. She held up an elegant gold and cream stripe. “What do you think about this for the entry?”
“I like it.” That had been easy.
She took the sample to the entry hall and placed it on the table. “Shall we call the housekeeper now?”
Sauntering toward her, he had a wicked glint in his blue eyes. “I think we should discuss my bedchamber next.” He drew her into his arms, kissing her thoroughly. “I thought we might see exactly how much the bedcover affects you.”
“Hmm. A scientific experiment?” She slid her hands over his hard chest, and around his neck, pressing her breasts against him. Her body tingled wanting his attention.
He claimed her mouth again. “Very scientific. I can already note that your breathing has sped up.”
“Are you not concerned that you will ruin your cravat? It is very nicely tied.”
“I have more.” He nibbled her neck and jaw. “Are you afraid?”
“No.” She was too excited for words, but she was enjoying his seduction. When Elizabeth wiggled against the hard ridge hidden by his pantaloons, he groaned. She had been told it had many different names, and she wondered which one he liked best. He did say she could ask anything. “What do you call it?”
Taking her hand, he moved it over his member. “This?”
She nodded. It really was hard. Would it feel like wood or steel, perhaps?
“I call it a cock.” His breathing quickened, and his voice became rougher. “What do you call it?”
“I have only heard it called a member.” That seemed to be the most dignified name she had heard.
“I like your term better.” Geoffrey claimed her mouth hard, as if he would perish if he could not possess her.
Elizabeth felt it swell even more under her hand, and had to ask, “May I stroke it?”
“Yes.” He groaned as she slid her fingers down and back up again, keeping her touch light.
This was the part that would join them together. “It is very stiff.”
“You are going to be the death of me.” Geoffrey’s hand cupped her breast, gently squeezing.
“I do hope not.” She moved her other hand down over his derrière. “That would make for a very short marriage.”
“Minx.” Suddenly, he swept her up into his arms. “It’s to bed with you, my dear.”
Laughing, she hung on as he maneuvered through the doors and into his room where he tossed her onto the bed.
In no time at all, her shoes were off, and he pulled her to her feet. “I want to see you. All of you.” Her gown sagged and a moment later fell to the floor. She raised her hands to lift her petticoats off. “Allow me. This is better than unwrapping a Christmas present.”
