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Eliza laughed and playfully stroked his cheek. “For me, as well.”
He leaned into her touch and gently grasped the hand. His eyes darkened. “Ended far too soon for my liking, however.”
She swallowed the fresh wave of arousal at his words, knowing what he meant by them. Determined to keep herself together, lest she appear as unworldly as she truly was, Eliza leaned down to leave a light peck on his lips. “I suppose you’ll just have to come in, then.”
**
James paced the length of Eliza’s garden, his body thrumming with unreleased tension as he waited for her to open the study door. After cleaning himself up in the carriage, they’d parted ways in front of her house for appearance’s sake, him immediately turning down into the back alley and hopping over her garden wall. She’d promised to be quick in her preparations for bed, but it’d been well over fifteen minutes by now, and James was about ready to burn out of his skin. Their interlude in the carriage, while devastatingly wonderful, had been far too brief. Embarrassingly brief, if he were being honest with himself. Eliza had been so alluring, so assertive, and he’d climaxed within a minute like a green lad tupping his first barmaid. It’d been nearly three years since he’d had a woman, still having had enough of his morals not to be so disgusting as to sleep around whilst attempting to court first Kitty and then Francesca, but his rustiness was still quite embarrassing. James was eager to make it up to his elegant and no doubt seasoned lover. Now.
Finally, the door pushed open, and Eliza poked her head through the crack. “James?” she called quietly into the darkness. “Are you still there?”
He casually strolled out of the darkness, not wanting to seem too eager. “Right here.”
She looked at him in relief. “Oh, good. I took longer than I thought. Come in before someone hears us.” The door opened wider and, in the light of the candle she held, he could see that she was clad only in her nightgown and wrapper. Her hair fell in glorious gold waves down her shoulders, and he had to fight the urge not to run his hands through it as he shuffled past and inside the dark study. The door had barely shut before she was on him, wrapping her arms wound his waist and all but slamming her mouth to his. Momentarily unable to resist the feel of her supple body through the thin nightgown, he hauled her against him and all but pried open her mouth with his tongue. They frantically pawed at each other for several moments until he finally get his wits about him.
“Wait, darling,” he said as he pulled his mouth free. “Let us go upstairs. IT is far too dark in here, and I want to see every inch of you.” The thought of seeing her naked body sprawled invitingly in the light of the fire was already making him hard again.
“Oh, very well,” she replied with a mildly impatient grin before grasping his wrist and leading him from the room. “We must be quiet, however.”
They crept through the foyer and up the stairs, his gaze transfixed on the swaying of her lustrous hair and the fabric of her nightgown as it curved around her shapely bottom. Finally, they reached her bedroom door, and he watched with rapt attention as she turned the knob and pulled them inside. A fire roared in the hearth, enveloping her in a warm glow. She reached for him again, bur frowned as he put his hands out to stay her. “I want to take my time. If I might be honest, you are the first woman I’ve been with for a long time and I want to savor the moment.” He felt a flush that had nothing to do with arousal creep up his neck. “My performance in the carriage was gauche, to be sure.”
“Gauche?” She blinked and then laughed, low and melodic. Her hand rose to cup his cheek, fingers searing a path on his skin. “I was enthralled back there. If anyone was gauche, it was me. It has…” she swallowed with a flush of her own. “Been a long time for me as well.”
Relieved and feeling far more confident, He rested his own hand atop hers, turning his mouth the kiss the inside of her wrist. “We’ll just fumble along together.” He trailed his mouth down her arm, pulling her closure until he could take her mouth again. They kissed slowly, languidly exploring each other. Her hands pushed his coat from his shoulders. He tossed her wrap aside, trailing kisses down her face and to her neck. Unable to resist any longer, he bunched the nightgown in his hands and hauled the garment up and off her, Eliza raising her arms without preamble. She stepped back, raising one delicate arm to unravel the braid over her shoulder. A cascade of golden locks fell over full breast as she shook her hair free. He gazed upon her glorious form, tracing an invisible path with his eyes down a flat stomach and rounded hips to the apex of her delicate thighs, the pounding of his blood nearly audible to his ears. She walked backwards to the edge of her bed, and his gaze was transfixed on the languid movements of her long legs as she lay herself atop the counterpane with elegant ease. She propped herself up on her elbows with a small, playful quirk of those luscious lips. “Are you coming over here, or what?”
He didn’t need to be told twice. James reached the bed in a handful of swift, eager strides, violently shucking off his coat and waistcoat along the way. His shirt went sailing to one end of the room, boots almost hurled to the other. He heard her melodic chuckle as he nearly popped the buttons of his breeches in his haste to remove them. His cock was unbearably hard and was all but scraping at him to slide inside of her without delay. But James wanted to savor this moment, to take the time to appreciate the glorious woman sprawled before him. Her hands reached for him, and he leaned over to press a slow, searing kiss to her mouth. She hummed against his lips as he took one full breast in his hand. He leaned back to grasp the other and reveled in the feeling of them against his palms. She took a deep inhale, a pretty flush staining her cheeks as he rolled her nipples under his thumbs. He left one breast to trail his fingers down the petal soft skin of her abdomen.
“Yes, touch me, please,” she whispered, parting her thighs for him. It was nearly like his dream, James realized with a warm shiver, only perhaps even more glorious than his mind had imagined. He ran his finger up the length of her slick quim, watching a quiet whimper leave her lips as he slowly circled over her nub. Her legs spread wider, hips titling into his hand as he stroked her more brusquely. She closed her eyes with a sudden cry, arching her back and clutching the counterpane. The sight of her, squirming and moaning as she climaxed, snapped the last shred of his self-control. He rolled on top of her, smothering her gasp with his mouth as he slid inside her. His body shuddered at the feeling of her snug heat pulsing around his cock. Eliza’s soft arms wrapped lovingly around his shoulders, enveloping him in her warmth and moaning soft endearments into his ear as he made love to her. And it was a state of bliss that he almost wanted to lose himself in forever. His body tensed with impending climax, and he pulled out of her with a low moan, digging his head into her shoulder as he spent against her thigh. He moved to pull away, but she wrapped her legs around him.
“Stay with me like this,” she whispered and nuzzled her face into his shoulder. “Just for a little while.”
Unable and unwilling to deny her, James kissed her temple, taking in the flowery scent of her hair. “Yes.”
