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She blinked a few times. “Goodness, that’s a little extreme.”
“All...ladylike.”
She pressed a hand to her chest. “I am a lady.”
“I know. And I hate it.”
Well, she had little idea how to respond to that. Most men thought her attractive indeed in her finest gowns. Her late husband had preferred it when she dressed properly and could usually be counted on to only make one or two snide remarks if she did not have the latest fashions. She was to be an ornament on his arm of course.
The gown slipped from her shoulder and his gaze flew to her bare skin. His jaw ticked.
She eased out a breath. “I do not see what I am meant to do about being ladylike.”
His gaze grew blacker as his pupils widened. “I know what to do.”
All the air sucked from the carriage, leaving her lungs starved. Every fiber of her being contracted. Getting in the carriage had been a huge mistake. Undressing in front of him even more so.
All she had to do was tap on the roof and get out. Go change in a wretched bush again. She’d done it before, and she could do it again.
Her hands were weighted though. Her body had to weigh as much as the carriage. She could not move a muscle let alone open her mouth to tell him to stop.
He moved forward, his gaze never leaving hers. She could not even tell him to cease with her eyes, but instead she found herself willing him to come closer. He dropped to his knees in front of her and put his hands to her thighs.
She gasped. His touch seared through the fabric. She watched while he bunched up the fabric, revealing the ribbons at the top of her stockings and the skin there. When he pressed apart her thighs and ducked his head, she feared she might pass out. Letting her head loll back against the soft seat, she bit down on her bottom lip to keep from crying out.
The warmth of his breath teased the tender skin of her thighs. She closed her eyes and gave into the need to touch him, winding her fingers through his soft, too long hair.
He shocked her with one long swipe of his tongue, making her jolt from the seat and press hard against his mouth. He used the opportunity to slide a hand higher and cup her bare rear. Then he teased her with his tongue, settling upon her most sensitive spot. He grumbled a sound of appreciation and she gasped.
“More,” she begged.
Oh yes, she was the biggest fool in Christendom. And for some reason she was a fool for this argumentative, brooding man.
∞∞∞
Need thrummed through Valentine’s veins. Not to claim or possess but to have her quivering in his arms again. Maybe even crying out his name. He didn’t have to wait long. The rhythmic rocking of the carriage aided his ministrations. He clutched Chastity tight, his gloved fingers sinking into yielding flesh as the scent of her filled his carriage—soap and musk.
A groan escaped him when she clutched him tight and squirmed against his mouth. The first tremors of her pleasure quivered through her thighs and he moved his tongue faster, harder.
Then it happened. His scalp tingled in pleasure-pain from where she gripped him.
And she called his name.
If he had not been so preoccupied between her thighs, he might have punched the air in triumph. He had little idea as to Chastity’s history of lovers but none of it mattered at present because she had said his name. No matter what happened between them in future, he had this moment, those syllables upon her lips echoing in his ears from here to eternity.
He rose slowly and settled her skirts over her legs before sitting. When he met her gaze, he knew things had changed for her too. She eyed him, her cheeks flushed, and she sagged against the seat. He could not help but grin.
“What is it?” she demanded.
“I prefer you like this.”
“Like what?”
“Not so ladylike.”
She rolled her eyes and laughed. “Because now I match your ungentlemanly appearance?” She gestured to his beard. “I still do not understand why you do not shave.”
“Is that a complaint?”
