Page 43 of Charity

“Agatha, no.”

Her fingers squeezed his flesh tight, her head burrowed to his shoulder. “You’ll be married soon?”

Oscar pressed his lips to her hair. “Yes.”

“You’ll be a faithful husband. This is our last chance.” Agatha’s impatient fingers snapped the buttons of his trousers open.

“Daventry will come looking for us. We cannot act out our desires here.”

Her hand burrowed and closed upon his thickened cock. Oscar groaned.

“Lilly has plans for the earl. She wishes for some extended time alone with him. I am to distract you while they talk.”

“It’s working,” he whispered. Privacy and a willing accomplice to their rendezvous. What more could a desperate man ask for?

Oscar crushed Agatha against his chest, trapping her hand between his legs as she worked to arouse him. She didn’t have to work too hard. It would take very little to push him to the peak. He slipped a hand over her hip, enjoying the firmness of her body. As his fingers found the limit of his reach, she bent her knee, curling her hips into his thigh. He rocked her against him as she shuddered and worked harder at arousing him. Her hand squeezed and pulled in a delicious rhythm, disintegrating his resistance completely.

They turned, and Oscar pressed Agatha against the bookcase. His fingers wandered down her leg and then slowly, very deliberately, raised her gown past her knees.

“Stop me.”

Agatha’s free hand cupped his face. “Never.”

Her lips settled on his again, searching and destroying his ability to think. She was, quite simply, voracious for him. Given that Oscar felt the same way, he dragged her gown the remaining distance until his fingers curled around her warm thighs. She was restless, hungry, and when his fingers brushed her curls, he found her wet for him.

He couldn’t stop.

Agatha widened her legs.

A knock sounded on the closed door. Oscar’s eyes opened and he glanced around them guiltily. They were still alone. He pressed his brow hard against Agatha’s. “Almost.”

Her fingers slipped from his cheek, her body left him slowly, a tender parting that threatened to undo him once more. Her breath panted rapidly over his throat. “Perhaps next time we’ll be luckier. I suppose we should rejoin our hosts.”

Despite the disappointment, Oscar chuckled. “Must we?”

Agatha nipped at his jaw. “Lilly would be disappointed if we never came out.”

“And Daventry would be offended if that happened.”

“Damn right,” Lord Daventry growled from the other side of the door. “Join us as soon as you’re both decent again.”

The earl’s footsteps hurried away.

Agatha grinned at Oscar. “We have no choice. For now.”

Desire still gripped Oscar. His prick ached. He shook his head sadly. “None at all.”

Agatha kissed him fiercely. When she pushed against his chest, he staggered. “Until later tonight, then?”

Oscar’s heart raced. His body, his blood, demanded action. His hands needed nothing but the sweet softness of Agatha Birkenstock in his arms one more time. Judging by Agatha’s high color, their desires were in perfect alignment once more.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Darkness hid desire well, but Agatha could sense Oscar’s presence by the swirl of the fog obscuring his house. She walked forward, her body humming already with the hope that he’d been waiting for her all night as she had been. The hours since they’d kissed in Lady Daventry’s townhouse had seemed far too long ago. How she had made it through the afternoon while Lord Daventry smirked at her, she didn’t know. She hadn’t expected him to be amused or even aware of their secret liaison, but it seemed Oscar had told one person about them.

At least the person he’d told abhorred gossip. Yet it pained her that Lilly must remain in ignorance. She’d likely be as disappointed with Oscar as Agatha had been when she’d learned of his lies. But Oscar was to marry another. There was nothing she could do to change his path to include her. She could only have him like this. In secret and fleeting meetings she’d never get enough of.

Oscar appeared out of the mist. Silent. Body taut with tension. Agatha held out her arms and he swept her over the railings, tucked her against his body and hurried into his house.