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Chapter Seventeen
Even though she felt very exposed and vulnerable, standing in front of Michael with nothing but a sheet covering her wet body, she was not afraid. Rather, excitement coursed through her veins, wondering what he wanted to do with her, or to her.
The smoldering look in his eyes told her that he wanted much more from her than what they could do. The fire in her body reminded her that she wanted much more too. She wondered what he saw in her face as he looked at her.
“I’ve taken my share of pleasure,” he said, his voice low. “But giving pleasure to someone as pure and innocent as you is intoxicating.”
Stepping closer to her, he lowered his mouth to hers but didn’t touch her yet.
“May I show how I would like to please you?” he asked.
Nodding, she lifted her face to his, standing on her tiptoes to wrap one hand around his neck, the other holding her sheet tightly around her. Her body felt like it was on fire, a trap waiting to be sprung. She wanted him to touch the places she did not even know existed.
Their mouths met, pressing deeply against each other. His hands moved to her back, pulling her wet body against his. His tongue sought hers, meeting and tasting her. She broke away for a moment, gasping and letting out a soft moan, before kissing him deeply again. After a moment, he pushed her away again, then sank to his knees. She could only guess what he meant to do until he lifted the edge of the sheet to reveal her slit.
“Hold on to my shoulder,” he directed as he lifted one of her legs and placing it over his shoulder. She obeyed, grabbing the opposite shoulder as she stood on one leg, the other draped over him. He pressed his mouth between her legs, and she gasped.
Using his tongue, he explored her, circling her nub, stroking up and down her slit, and diving inside of her. She found herself leaning against him, the strength of his shoulders bearing the weight of her. Her hands moved to his hair grasping him for strength as he continued his advances against her.
With one hand on her hip, the other against the back of her thigh, he held her against his mouth, even when she wanted to squirm away. When his tongue pressed hard against her nub, she wanted to cry out, but bit her lip, whimpering instead.
Feeling her climax growing, she could not help but press harder against his face, seeking the release. He dedicated his attentions to her nub and slipped his fingers inside of her, caressing the secret spot within.
Unable to hold back any longer, her climax hit her in full force. The sounds she had held back before fell from her mouth in a sharp cry of pleasure. She held onto his neck and shoulder for support, her vision going blurry with the overwhelming sensation as her blood rushed through her in pulses.
As she recovered, Michael slid her leg from his shoulder, grinning. “Lydia,” he whispered with a lop-sided smile. “You are such a joy to please.”
He stood and she held on to his shirt again, trying to remain standing.
“Michael,” she whispered in ecstasy. “Words cannot describe that feeling.”
He bent down and kissed her on the mouth, a sweet and simple kiss, as she clung to him for support.
“With that, I’ve thoroughly succeeded in what I came to do,” he told her. “And I shall leave you before your maid finds us in this compromising situation.”
She nodded absentmindedly, hardly understanding the words he was saying. He left the room swiftly, leaving her standing alone, trying to comprehend what had happened. The way that he pleased her only made her want more. She knew he desired her yet left her without seeking his own pleasure. Even if he had asked her, she had no idea how she could have pleased him without compromising herself even further.
His attentions also toyed with her emotions. She wanted more of him and the thought that she would have to abandon him for a husband she did not yet know made her heart ache. The door clicked open, and the maid came back in, finding Lydia still standing by the tub, dazed.
“My lady, are you quite all right?” she asked, concerned.
“Ah, yes,” Lydia said, looking up to the maid with a smile. “I just got sleepy in the bath, is all.”
“Let us get you dried and dressed,” she offered, beckoning Lydia toward her.
* * *
After leaving the bathroom, Michael headed straight for his study. He needed to walk off the rush of desire that he had felt for her, but also think over why he even did it to begin with.
He wiped his hands over his face as he stepped into the study, shutting the door behind him. There was a stack of letters on his desk that he was late in responding to, ledgers and accounts for him to review. Lydia’s visit had properly distracted him from a host of responsibilities. Sitting at his desk, he was sure that the ledgers would drive any wisp of emotion or lust away from him. However, as soon as he opened the account book, the door popped open.
“Joseph,” Michael greeted as his cousin entered the room. “You never knock.”
“Do I need to?” he asked, laughing. “My, what a pale face you have. Did a tenant give notice?”
“No, nothing like that,” Michael said, then pointed at a chair in front of his desk. “Take a seat.”
“Surprised to find you alone, at last,” Joseph noted. “Lady Lydia has been your constant companion these past few days.”
