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Half an hour later, they sat in the morning room, viewing the estate’s gardens. She wore a fine rose dress with a simple design. She looked…sunny, he thought.
“Lady Hawkmore?” A maid called.
Sarah looked at her and saw that she had been addressed. A sense of strangeness invaded her and she remembered his late wife. An awkwardness surfaced. “Yes.” She answered. Not long ago, she had been the one standing there and serving.
“What would you like for breakfast?” The maid sounded solicitous. All the servants had a very positive first impression of the new Lady Hawkmore. She did not act arrogant or cold towards them.
“Oh, some coffee and bread will do, thank you.” She smiled polite.
After being served they were left alone. Hugh observed her. He had noticed her expression when the maid served her. She would be used to her new title. She did not seem to give much importance to it tough.
They started eating in silence. The bread fresh and tasty; Sarah conce
ntrated on her food.
“It sounded like you had a…unusual marriage.” Hugh tried to find out what happened.
Her eyes lifted to his. She nodded. “He had a frail health.”
“Oh.” Why would she marry a man who could not…? She had always been so full of life! “But you could surely find-“
“No, I could not.” She interrupted him.
“Why?” Would it be possible that she felt the same way as him?
“The idea felt…incongruent.” She lowered her eyes as if shy.
“I see.” Even feeling this way, she left him. She made them be apart all that time. She had never explained her real reasons. She seemed so reserved about it that he hesitated to ask.
Late at night, Sarah remained awake after Hugh had lavished her with his attentions. He lay sound asleep holding her. It felt safe and warm there next to him.
She would have to tell him. Everything. She had become his wife now. Her mind resisted the idea. It felt as if the life she had had before hers alone. H nevertheless, had the right to know, her consciousness reasoned. True. It felt difficult to admit to so much, all at once. It had to be done, though.
They spent a wonderful time in his estate. She got to meet his tenants and made friends with the estate staff. She felt at home in the country. It felt so familiar and uncomplicated. She had work to do in London, though.
Late at night, the fire glowed in the library and Sarah read on an armchair, totally absorbed. Hugh stared at her, a book on his lap. How could she concentrate on a book? He had only to do look at her and his body would stir. So he put the book aside and stood up.
Sarah had her eyes on the book, but she could not remember a single word. Hugh’s proximity made her want him. Now she was his wife and she could not decide if it would be proper to make a move. Two arms held her from behind; a stubbed mouth came to her neck, a hand creeping to her breast. She ignited all over Her head fell back and she groaned.
“Sarah!” He nibbled her neck. “How can you read anything?” His fingers found her nipple. “I sat there boiling for you!” He loosened her hair and it fell over her upper body.
“Oh, Hugh!” She moaned. “So did I!” She arched for him to have more access to her body. “But they say it’s unladylike to take the first step.”
“I’ll accept no such nonsense, you hear me?” He nibbled her ear. “You want me, you take me!” His hoarse, grave statement involved her like scented hot smoke.
At this, a shower of liquid fire pooled in her. She disentangled from him and stood up. Walking to the front of the fireplace, she unbuttoned her dress; it fell on the floor around her feet. She stepped out of it only in a flimsy fine chemise.
“Oh, Sarah!” He gaped.
Slowly, she lay on the fluffy carpet. He needed no further invitation. He went to her, knelt between her legs. Her legs laced him and pulled him to her, the chemise bunched around her thighs, showing her tender skin. He lay on her pliant body, sliding his hand up her legs and under the chemise.
“I don’t know what happens to me, Sarah!” He murmured as he slithered her chemise down her shoulder. “I cannot stay away from you.” His mouth devoured her breast from base to nipple. “Out of you!”
His words and his caresses heated her in an instant combustion. She arched her body, her head fell back and she moaned. When his fingers found her wet middle she became a pulp of lava.
“Hugh!” She writhed under him. “So why don’t you just come in?” Her fingers raked his sleek jet-black hair. “I am aflame!”
Hugh went in mad desire. He freed his rock hard erection and granted her wish, their wish, in desperation. “I try to be a gentleman, Sarah!” He panted and moved. “But you get me out of my mind!”
