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Ursula swallowed. He’d stopped fidgeting and, just stared, waiting, wanting. Should she? How much truth, how much could she, should she, reveal? She blinked. Couldn’t he give her a sign? The pressure wound in her chest. No, she could be brave. He needed her to be brave.
“Since the night you kissed me on the chaise at the party.”
His eyes grew wide and bright green, like ivy. For a moment they watered, even as a sly grin played on his lips. He traced a soft hand down her neck and she shivered.
“My kiss was that world altering?”
Yes.
Her body was on fire.
“I’m not sure.” She gasped instead of speaking the words. He placed a hand next to hers on the door.
“Not sure?”
Ursula leaned back and forced her lungs, mouth and brain to work. “You’ll have to do it again, so I can decide. I need to study it a bit further. Didn’t Lydia say my education was lacking in so many ways?”
Jay laughed but kept his body in place, pinning her with lust. “My bedroom or yours?”
Tha
nk God.
“Yours. Yours is farther away from...everything and everyone.”
He chuckled. Before she could say another word, Jay’s arm wrapped around her back. He slid his hand lower on her skirt, pushing the hoops against her body. In a deft move, he swept her into his arms and proceeded to carry her up the stairs.
Chapter Twenty-Four
For once, Jay floated without opium. It didn’t matter how many petticoats and hoops she wore or how tired he was from more sleepless nights than he cared to count—in his arms, Urs weighed nothing. Five flights of stairs was nothing as well, whether he paid for it the next day or not. He slid her on the bed and verified the door was locked. And bolted.
He returned to the brocade-covered fussiness that never gave him a moment’s rest and shook his head at the woman waiting for him, already working on her own disrobement. She was incredible. No one could ever accuse Urs of being lazy or unhelpful.
“You know I could assist you with that.”
“Can you?” Her voice was muffled beneath her dress.
Jay tugged the swath of silk.
Why did proper women have to wear so many clothes?
Fashion was becoming ridiculous.
“You’re going to have no more dresses if you keep trying to do this yourself.”
He created a deep violet puddle next to his dressing screen. The gown was a trifle though compared to the rest of the fabric barrier between them. So many undergarments.
“That’s why I came to you in my nightclothes last time.” Urs pouted her lips.
“The disadvantage of spontaneity.” He dropped kisses on her shoulders as he unlaced her corset.
The way Urs breathed and brushed back against him every time was all the encouragement he required. He’d never go fast or slow enough.
“Spontaneity is overrated.” Her voice was so cross he chuckled.
His fingers poked hers as she joined him to untie her petticoats.
“I don’t have any fear that my desire will wane after the hoops because these, and everything beneath, are delicious.” Jay dipped his fingers inside the ribboned edge of her drawers.
