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“Go make up a bed and fill the bath tub before a fire.”
“Now, sir?” she bleated.
He glared at her, and she sloped off. Slowly, he lowered Jenny to the floor. He searched her face and drew aside the cloak; she appeared uninjured, only tired and cold.
“I had to come,” she murmured, her eyelids drooping.
“Tell me later. I’m going to strip you and bathe you. Then after you’ve had some soup, we can talk.” He lifted her again and carried her upstairs.
Removing her clothing was hard. He did not want to invade her privacy but he could not trust Margaret to do the task without judging Jenny. He peeled away the dampest layers until he reached her drawers and shift. Unlike the previous night, when he had torn at them, he gingerly undressed her with as much grace as he could muster. She lay with her eyes shut, seemingly asleep, but as he drew off her underwear, she sighed and smiled. Even in her weak state, she flaunted her wicked wares.
He had claimed he was not a gentleman, and only a roughly hewed officer; nevertheless, even Elias Seton would not take advantage of her, although his cock was stiffening in response to seeing her milky, smooth skin. The bathtub was filled in the background by a subservient Margaret, who at least knew when to keep her mouth shut. He dismissed the servant.
With his arms under Jenny’s shoulders and legs, he carried her to the copper tub and lowered her into the warm water. Her skin immediately gained a semblance of pinkness, and her lips parted. At last, she opened her eyes and stared up at him.
“I had to come,” she whispered.
He nodded, not really understanding. “I’ll fetch some soup.”
By the time he returned with the steaming bowl, she was upright and squeezing a cloth around her shoulders.
He held out a spoonful of broth.
“Thank you,” she said.
While she reclined in the tub, he fed her until she held up her palm.
“Enough?” he asked.
“Yes. I’m quite warm, inside and out. Perhaps you should find out for yourself?” She parted her legs, and the invitation was accompanied by a ripple breaking across the surface.
The fire crackled, and the orange glow lit up her face. A trickle of water slipped between her breasts, and under the surface, he spied her dark bush at the apex of her legs. He nearly dropped the bowl in his haste to put it to one side. With their gazes locked together, he sank in his hand into the tub and slipped it between her thighs and cupped her sex, allowing his middle finger to rest amongst her puffed folds. There was no doubting her arousal.
“I’m sorry I left you so abruptly,” he said carefully, keeping his hand still. He wished only to know she was willing, because if she was not, he would have to leave the room and summon Margaret to attend to her. His hardened cock was stirring, demanding to be released.
“I should think so. We should have talked mo
re, don’t you think?”
He nodded. “There is much about me you don’t know.”
“And about me.” Her eyelids flickered.
“I want to fuck you,” he said, then dipped his finger into her opening.
“I know,” she said with confidence. “It is why I came.”
“What of your grandparents?”
“They think I’m with Kitty, that I walked there. I had to bring Rupert to convince them I was just taking him out.”
He pressed his lips together and furrowed his eyebrows. “You came in this weather?”
“For you.”
“For me,” he repeated.
He slotted another finger into her, and she tipped her head back and moaned.
