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Keen not to be only one receiving, Benedict kissed her back, sliding a hand under her skirts. He longed to untie her bodice and touch the curves of her breasts, but he knew ladies’ dresses were terribly hard to do up again, and that was a recipe for disaster.
He took Rosaline’s hand, guiding it to where he wanted. She leaned forward to kiss him again, and he wondered briefly how he had ended up on his back on the longue, with Rosaline on top of him.
She can be surprisingly forceful when she wants to be,he thought wryly.
Outside, thunder began to rumble and the rain fell heavier than ever, but neither Rosaline nor Benedict noticed.
The sky could have fallen down for all Benedict cared.
She moved her hand up and down his length, experimentally giving a twist that made him gasp. Rosaline straddled one of his thighs, and he rubbed his leg against the warm wetness he found there. She took the hint, rolling her hips down onto his thigh.
Rosaline watched him as his breathing quickened and increased her movements. Benedict tried to keep his eyes open, almost drunk on the heady, triumphant expression on Rosaline’s face.
Try as he might, he squeezed his eyes closed at his climax, shuddering and biting his lip until the blood almost came.
“Imight… might need a handkerchief.” Rosaline said breathlessly. “Did I… did I do well?”
He leaned forward to capture her lips.
“You did marvelously well. Come here, it’s your turn for a favor.”
This time, Rosaline knelt over him, knees either side of his hips, her skirts hauled up around her waist. It was hardly dignified, but neither of them cared.
Benedict touched her where he had before, even slipping his fingers inside her slick entrance. She gasped, arms around his neck tightening, and he saw the moment the peak of her pleasure hit her.
Afterwards, the two lay tangled together on the chaise lounge. Rosaline rested her head on his chest, her skirts caught up around her knees. Benedict had made a half-hearted attempt to tidy himself up, but he found that he simply didn’t have the energy to get up from the sofa.
Nor did he want to. Rosaline was a warm weight on his chest, her hair tickling his nose, and he had his arm wrapped around her shoulders, keeping her from rolling off into the carpet.
“Are you sure none of the servants will disturb us?” she asked sleepily.
“No, not unless we ring. They’re under orders.”
“Under orders? Does this happen a lot, then?”
“Certainly not. But we are a family who likes our privacy, and that’s that. Our servants don’t mind. They’re a loyal, discreet lot.”
Rosaline sighed, shifting her position against Benedict. “I hadn’t intended for that to happen again.”
“Neither did I.” Benedict cleared his throat. “Thank you.”
She squinted up at him. “For what?”
“The rain. The storm. It… you were trying to help me, weren’t you?”
Rosaline looked away. “Yes, but it wasn’t my only motivation.”
Benedict chuckled. “I should hope not.”
He paused, looking up at the ceiling. It was such a peaceful moment. The rain still fell outside, but for once, it didn’t seem frightening – only relaxing and peaceful. He was inside, he was safe, and he had Rosaline in his arms.
Nothing could hurt them. No one could touch them.
Would there ever be a better time to declare his feelings? If she chose to reject him, it would be best to do it now, before any more of these – meetings could take place.
“Rosaline,” Benedict began hesitantly, his fingertip tracing circles on Rosaline’s shoulder, “I have something to discuss with you. It’s important.”
“Oh, yes?”
