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When the enclosed sleigh finally pulled in front of me, the driver climbed down with the same elegance as William and opened the door to the cab.
“Come quickly, ma'am,” he said. His voice was deep and thick with an accent I’d never heard. I stared wide eyed at him, uncertainty leeching into my gut. A dark chuckle came from inside the dimmed coach, William leaned forward and beckoned for me with his index finger, smiling devilishly.
That finger…
I closed my mouth, which I hadn’t realized had fallen open, and a rush of damp heat flooded my veins at the memory ofthatfinger. Taking the hand of the driver to heave myself and my skirts into the cab, I tried to smother the flame burning within my core.
Once inside, the door latched shut and William sat before me, the same wicked smile on his well-formed mouth, as if he too relished in the memory of what he’d managed to do with his hand. He was dressed in a black suit accented with gold buttons, his black top hat and gold cane at his side. William’s hair was in a disarray as always, and his deep green eyes were laughing merrily.
The sleigh lurched forward.
“Good evening, Mr. Blackwell,” I said, trying to keep my formal composure, strictly from fear more than anything else. Fear of the heat deep in my core as I beheld him, so relaxed, so welcoming.
Fear of what the night before had meant or didn’t mean. Fear of taking him in this carriage.
He raised an eyebrow, “Why so stiff, Rose?” My heart hammered in my chest.
“You look quite beautiful,” I managed to mutter. A blush crept into my cheeks, looking down to fidget with one of the red bows on the skirt, I hadn’t realized the cape had come apart as I climbed into the cab.
“Youlook quite beautiful,” he murmured, his voice filling with smoke. Chills erupted over my body, and when I looked up to meet his gaze, he was mere inches from my face, his elbows resting on his knees. “Remember, I will no longer keep up appearances with the McCloudes, nor will I tolerate anyone behaving rudely to you again. I want you to be prepared, should we encounter many a wandering eye.”
As he spoke, his mouth drew nearer mine, his stare never leaving my lips. His hand softly caressed over where the swell of my breasts began to spill from the dress.
“I–I wasn't sure you… actually meant it,” I stuttered, taking every ounce of self-control I possessed to keep still. I gripped the edge of the seat, straining not to touch him. The tension was thick in the confined space, I could hardly breathe. How much longer would I have to endure this torture?
“Oh, yes. I usually mean everything I say, unless I have otherwise decided.” He trailed a single finger from between my breasts, up my neck and under my chin, where he gripped my jaw, looking me directly in the eye. I may have stopped breathing entirely. “We're going to have fun tonight, do you understand? We are going to dance and drink and be merry together, my dear Rosemary.”
“Yes, sir.” I breathed in his scent, the richness of him. Leather and winter.
“Good girl.”
I shivered at his praise, looking from his lips to his eyes, only to find him fixated still on the way my breasts strained against the dress. The image of his mouth on them last night threw any chance I had of making it through this ride without incident, and I leaned forward, barely grazing his lips. He danced around me, heightening my need, pulling me taunt.
“Rose,” he whispered, taking his hand from my jaw to my hair as our breath mingled, our lips barely touched.
I whimpered, lunging forward to thwart any chance of him teasing me again. Our lips met, needy with hunger. William pushed me back against the seat with such force, I yelped, gripping my hands in his hair as his kisses devoured my mouth. I felt one of his palms on my back, the other searching under my skirts up my leg.
Under the chilled touch of his fingers, my spine arched and I moaned, throwing my head back against the seat. His mouth began to move down my neck, his hand finding my bare rear. He growled in pleasure and I could not help but smirk.
“What is this?” he asked, gripping my ass harder, his mouth coming back to mine, biting my lower lip. I gasped, licking the bite.
“It’s for you,” I said, grinding against his hips.
“Another gift?” he asked, kissing my neck once more. He trailed his nose up the side of my neck, breathing deeply before he came to just below my earlobe. “What shall I do with this gift?” His devious chuckle rattled throughout my body and he came to his knees before me. My panting did not slow.
William never took his eyes off of me as he lifted my skirts, slowly lowering his head underneath them. I bit my lip, his cool breath against my heated flesh. But it was not his breath that had me crying out, no. Nor was it his finger.
In one long stride, William drug his tongue from bottom to top of my center. The slickness of it, the way he began to kiss and lap at my core, I could not stifle the sounds leaving my mouth.
I writhed against the seat, sweat gathering at the edges of my hair, the coil within me tightened with each stroke of his tongue. I gripped the sides of the cab, my legs propped on the other side, spread wider, giving him more room to pleasure me. I could hardly think beyond the need to chase my release. And the sounds he made devouring me became all the louder as the carriage came to a sudden stop. He did not.
“William,” I panted, the wave continuing to build. “William, we’ve stopped, please.” I reached for him, but his arms looped around the bottom of my thighs, dragging me forward as he feasted. I gasped, my hands going to the silken copper hair of his head. “William,” I pleaded, the sound of my voice wholly not my own. I threw my head back once more, losing myself in the feel of his mouth on me. Goddamn this stupid party.
“William!” I begged, grinding my hips against him until finally the wave broke, and my body was no longer under my own control. I rocked with each pulsing wave against his face, his expert mouth only slowing when the ripples of pleasure, and my whimpering cries, did.
The door to the carriage opened, and the driver cleared his throat. Limbs of jelly, I tried to straighten, William’s head still under my skirts, his tongue still languidly lapping the wetness he’d created.
“William!” I hissed, my hips seemingly having a mind of their own as they followed his movements. I pressed my skirts in between us and he lazily pulled out from underneath them, a wolfish smirk on his mouth, his tongue dragging over his bottom lip. I’d come undone again.
