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“Then show me how good it can be.” Dorothy straightened up, looking him in the eye. “I want to know.”
Chapter 17
Dorothy couldn’t believe she was trying to be bold after feeling embarrassed on the ride over. She couldn’t stop thinking about how people had to be looking at her and thinking she was a wanton, a woman with loose morals. Her parents had to guess what was going on.
But being with Lucas, being held in his arms, and how sweet he was being, her confidence was coming back. It wasn’t completely there, but it was close enough.
For a moment, Lucas just stared at her. It looked like his eyes were darker than before. Then he leaned in and kissed her gently. He didn’t plunder her mouth as he did the night before; his ministrations were sweet, barely there kisses that Dorothy melted into. She let him take charge, and he drew her close, cupping her jaw as he slowly increased the intensity of the kiss. He seemed to be taking his time over it, allowing her whole body to relax.
It seemed like he was completely different from the one last night, who kissed her like he needed to breathe. Dorothy wasn’t sure which one she liked better; both made her quiver and want more.
Then Lucas’ hand moved from her face down her arm and cupped her hip. He didn’t stop kissing her as his fingers trailed down her leg, resting on her knee for a moment and then further down. It was all done so slowly that Dorothy barely registered it was happening until he touched her ankle. The feel of his warm fingers on her bare skin had Dorothy breaking the kiss with a gasp. She stared at him, her heart thudding in her chest.
“Trust me,” Lucas whispered. “This will help you relax.”
“What … what are you going to do?”
Lucas’ eyes flared, and his mouth twitched in a smile.
“You’ll see. Just trust me?”
He kissed her before she could respond, keeping her focused on his mouth as his hand slid under her skirts. Dorothy could feel his fingers brushing over her leg, under the skirts of her gown, up to her knee. It was a little ticklish, and she tried not to wriggle away. Lucas paused at her knee, letting her get used to the warmth of his hand before shifting up further.
Dorothy felt her body tense. Oh, God. He was going there? How …?
Lucas slid past the silk undergarments she had on, Dorothy gasping into his mouth as he palmed her backside. This was the first time she had had a man’s hand on her bare behind, and the sensation was a little odd. Lucas’ fingers flexed, and then he traced the top of her leg, moving to that most intimate part of her body.
He was really …
Dorothy’s body seemed to have a mind of its own, her legs shifting apart as Lucas explored her, his fingers brushing sensitive flesh that made Dorothy jerk and jump in his arms. She was sure he was smiling against her mouth as he tended to her. It was driving her mad. How was that possible?
Then he pushed a finger inside her, and Dorothy broke the kiss with a gasp as he invaded her intimate place, feeling her body clamp onto him. Lucas started kissing her neck.
“Relax,” he whispered. “I won’t hurt you.”
She believed him. He had had plenty of opportunities to hurt her over recent weeks, and he hadn’t hurt her.
She should trust him.
Dorothy relaxed, and Lucas began to move his hand. The sensation of having his finger move inside her body was strange, but as her body got used to it, pleasure replaced the discomfort, and then Dorothy found herself rocking into his hand.
God, that felt good. Really good. She needed more of it.
How was it that just his hand was making her so wanton? That shouldn’t even be possible.
Then his thumb brushed against a part of her, making Dorothy’s entire body tense. She let out a whimper, her body bucking as something flashed through her. Lucas’ hold tightened on her, his kisses more insistent as his hand started moving faster.
Then he added a second, and Dorothy was sure her eyes had crossed. She clung onto Lucas, moaning into his mouth. She was aware that people would hear her as Lucas toyed with her body like she was a musical instrument, but at this point, Dorothy didn’t care.
She wanted more.
When she came apart, it was like a rolling tide. It rose up and up, and then when she thought she was used to it, the whole thing crashed down and left her breathless. Her body tightened around Lucas’ hand, her thighs squeezing his forearm as she tried to keep him close. Lucas swallowed her cries, holding her close as Dorothy came down from her high, her whole body shaking hard.
He finally let her breathe when he thought she was done, and Dorothy gasped in the air. She leaned into him, waiting for her heart to slow down and her head to stop spinning.
What had just happened there?
“Dorothy.” Lucas slowly withdrew his hand, adjusting her skirts over her legs. “Do you think you can speak?”
