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“Which are?”
“One is fuck.”
“And let me guess.” I lean against a tree and pull her close, my arms encircling her. “The other is dick, although it is a name, so that seems a bit absurd.”
Biting her lower lip, she shakes her head. “Guess again.”
“Cock?”
“Wrong again.”
I furrow my brow. “Pussy isn’t four letters.”
“But cunt is.”
As if I didn’t find Esme ridiculously sexy and alluring before, hearing her throaty voice say that has my erection springing back to life. Then again, it doesn’t take much around her.
She whispers her lips along my jawline. “Told you it was quite scandalous.”
“Imagine if they saw some of the books published these days.”
Esme snorts a laugh. “They’d die of a heart attack on the first page.”
“The first page? What kind of books do you have on that e-reader I’ve seen glued to your hand?”
She pinches her lips together, drawing my attention to them. Making me want to kiss them. Bite them. Devour them.
“Wouldn’t you like to find out?”
“I’m not sure I would. Not sure I could measure up.”
“Trust me.” She hoists herself onto her toes. “You’re better than any man I’ve ever met. Fictional or otherwise.”
I press my lips to hers, addicted to her kisses. Not wanting to stop kissing her for anything.
Hating it’ll be almost another twenty-four hours until I can kiss her again.
“Tell me about Lady Chatterley,” I say, wanting to drag out this moment as long as possible. “Why do you understand how she felt?”
“Constance Reid became the lady of the house upon marrying into the aristocracy. It turned into a loveless marriage, so she had an affair with the gamekeeper of her husband’s estate.”
She rests her head against my chest and I envelope her in my arms once more, kissing the top of her head. I close my eyes, basking in the warmth of her fingers as she runs them up and down my back, exploring my body in a way that feels just as intimate as when I’m inside her.
“Whenever she snuck out to his cottage for some alone time with him, Oliver, the gamekeeper, would walk her back to the manor afterwards, stopping just out of view so no one would discover the truth.” She cranes her head to meet my eyes. “So given the underlying theme of class difference and societal expectations, I can’t help but understand how she felt. Why she did what she did.” She leans toward me, lips poised on mine. “How she would have given anything to kiss him wherever and whenever she wanted, but society’s rules dictated otherwise.”
My chest squeezes at the despair in her voice, just as frustrated with the situation. But for her, it must be even more profound than merely continuing some family legacy, as it is for me.
For Esme, this goes much deeper, the chains the royal household has shackled around her much more difficult to escape.
I cup her cheeks, my stare penetrating. “But we don’t have to let society dictate the rules when it’s only us. Do we?”
She drapes an arm over my shoulder, enticing me with the promise of her kiss. “No, Lieutenant Lawson. We certainly do not. When it’s only us, I say there are no rules.”
“I like the sound of that.”
I crush my lips to hers, tongue swiping against hers as I take my time to explore every inch of her mouth.
Normally, our kisses tend to be frantic, a desperate attempt to experience as much pleasure as possible before we’re forced to part ways. This one is more drawn out, both of us wanting it to last forever. But we can’t stay here forever. Can’t stay in our fantasy world forever.
