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He paced toward her; she backed one step. He paced again; she backed more.
The way he stared at her, made a liquid heat spread all over her body.
“I do believe you know what I want.” His piercing eyes were ripping though her
“I…” He advanced one step; she backed another and extended her arms as if to keep her distance.
Hugh lost his capacity of thinking clearly. The sight of her blurred all logical thought. He stared at her extended bare arm. He grabbed it and pulled her to him. He heard her gulp in air as her body clashed with his. The movement made her hair fall around her face. Her wide eyes were on him, her other hand on his chest. They were close, so close he could feel her breath on his lips.
She wanted to fight back her own sensations. She wanted to pull him away. She wanted to run to a safe place. The proximity of his body weakened her, her body turned malleable, she flushed, her breath in short puffs. He towered over her, her head bent back. Her wide eyes pleaded and offered.
He slid his arm around her waist and glued her to him. Their bodies touching everywhere. His bulky erection nested between them.
“Can you feel it, Sarah?” His other hand went to her hair. “Can you feel what this is doing to me?” So small; she fit so perfectly in his arms!
He rolled her hair around his hand and pulled it gently down, so that her lips were at his mercy. He felt unable to resist any longer. He bent his head in search of his pleasure. Their pleasure. Her lips were feather brushed by his. They were soft, warm. Her eyelids went heavy and they closed softly. He placed butterfly kisses along her lips. Heaven. Or hell! This deepened their hunger.
A size-less eagerness placed itself in her middle and she wished he came closer, did more, took her, something! He positioned her hand, which he held, on his chest. She caressed his large chest with her both hands.
He groaned on her lips. “You like it?”
She only managed to nod slightly. Instinctively, she parted her lips wider against his. He could not hold back any longer. His tongue invaded her, thirsty. Seeking, exploring, demanding. She gave him all he wanted. And more. They kissed and kissed until their breaths were ragged.
Never, absolutely never had he experienced such a complete absorbing of his senses. He savoured her lips as it meant the last minute of his life and he could not stop. He left her mouth to trail his lips down her neck and taste what his hand had already caressed. She moved to allow him more access.
Bliss. Utter bliss. She thought in a haze. If there existed paradise, she had just crossed its doors! Her hands went up his collar and immersed in his jet-black smooth hair. He moved up her neck again and regained her lips. His hand disentangled from her hair and sought her small firm breast, ready for his fondling, nicely peaked. She moaned on his kiss and arched her body, begging for more.
In his haze of desire, he thought only of relief. He did not care about anything, only the ache of want, only the bony body that fit so accurately with his. “Let me take you to my chambers!” He murmured hoarsely in her ear. “Let’s spend the day in bed!” He kissed her neck open mouthed. For him they transformed in just a man and a woman kissing in a kitchen, right now.
His grave voice penetrated the cloudy depths of her mind. Suddenly, what she did downed on her. It did not matter that Lady Hawkmore had gone to church, seeing and being seen. She remained the lady of the house. He, the lord. A whole world above her. She had to resist; to come back to her senses!
She placed her hands on his shoulders and separated their bodies, with great sadness to get away of the delights he offered her. They stared at each other in short breaths. He still held her tight. She knew he could force her, he could use her, do whatever he wanted. He employed her, he paid her; he had her in his hands. He had never done it, she heard the other maids say. He might be a little different from the rest, but still an earl. She, humble tenants’ only daughter. There would be nothing there for them, for her. Just release and regrets.
Their eyes meshed, her lips parted, her hair entangled, her cheeks flushed. At this second, he saw her beauty so clearly. His arms fell to his sides. She lowered her eyes.
She took a step back and curtsied. “If my lord excuses me.” She turned grabbed her book and went up to her cubicle. She closed the door behind her and sat on the cot in awe.
Hugh walked numbed to his library. Sexual frustration tore him to pieces. He sat at the sofa by the fireplace staring at the grey day outside the window. It had been a long time he did not have any mistress, but he had never felt like this with any woman. Not this reaping urge, not this insane desire, certainly not these mixed…feelings. He could go to Adelaide, and obtain physical release, or he could do it himself. It did not make any difference. She made the difference, because it would be she he would be thinking about either way. The thought of lying with any other woman made him sick.
Pandora’s Box had been open. Now both knew what there was in it for them: heat, delectation, release, relief. Liquid fire flowed over and over. Searing attraction. All wrong, all right, all consuming. It had to be eradicated, but how? Would it anyway?
CHAPTER 3
In the days that followed, Sarah avoided the library as if the devil lived there. When she had to clean it, she did it at times she felt absolutely s
ure he’d be out for several hours. She avoided the corridors, using the servants’ stairs even when she did not need to do it. Nevertheless, her nights became haunted with memories of them in the kitchen and renewed fantasies that would throw flames to her body. Despite her daily exhaustion, her nights had turned into a patchwork of sleep, dreams and memories.
Upstairs things looked no better. The poor valet would take on his lord’s sexual frustration, full blast! Lord Hawkmore would have a fit at each unsewn button. His horse got a lot of exercises and the lord won every fencing, rugby or polo contest. He became the sportsman of the Ton! The gossip papers were all reporting his deeds.
Still, Hugh could not get rid of that gut twisting desire. He did not see much of Sarah and he realised what she did, which got him annoyed to no end! Who did she think she was to treat him with such indifference? He burned in his bed night after night! Those sports were not enough to keep her out of his mind.
In his library, he noticed the absence of Schelling. Since Adelaide had an interest in Philosophy as he in ribbons, there could be a good chance that the book would be read by her. If she thought he would accept to continue to be treated with indifference, she would be proved very wrong.
“Yes, my lord.” Mr Talcott answered Hugh’s call.
“Please, inform Miss Barrow that she is summoned to the library.”
“Perfectly, my lord.” He retired swiftly.
