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Evie was initially shocked by his uncharacteristic rudeness before indignation set in and she marched across the room to stand beside his chair. “That is not a very polite way to greet someone who has only come to check on your welfare.”
“My welfare?” he echoed derisively. “What possible interest could you have in mywelfare?”
“I… Well… You have not seemed your usual self these past few days,” she said lamely.
“That is probably because I am heartily sick of suffering the discomfort of my engorged cock inside my pantaloons.” He glanced down to where there was a notable bulge in the front of that garment. “Because I am almost rubbed raw from trying to satisfy that desire myself when I go to bed. Because even when I do, it only takes a single sight of you and it is up again. Then when I do manage to sleep, I dream of the softness and responses ofyourbody and wake having spent all over myself.” He gave a disgusted glance at the brandy in his glass. “Because I cannot taste anything else, even strong liquor, other than the creamy nectar between your thighs.”
Evie’s cheeks had become hotter and hotter the longer Hunter listed the intimate details of the reason for his discomfort. Now and during the past two days, it seemed.
To say she was surprised by these admissions was an understatement, although she had no doubt that the brandy had helped to loosen Hunter’s normally cautious tongue.
An iceberg, Lady Margaret had described him as being, and it certainly seemed that there was much about Hunter he preferred to keep hidden beneath the cool control he chose to show externally.
“You have not spoken so much as a personal word to me since we left Lincoln Grange,” she recalled in bewilderment.Could you pass the saltduring dinner, oris the tea to your likingat breakfast were socially polite, not personal.
“And what should I say?” Hunter rested his glass of brandy on his chest as he glanced up at her. “Should I, as I have longed to do, unfasten my pantaloons and ask you to get down on your knees and suck my cock till my cum spills down your silky throat? Or perhaps instruct you to pull up your skirts and unfasten and remove your drawers, so that I might feast between your thighs as you come again and again in response to the ministrations of my fingers, tongue, and teeth?”
“I—I—”
He gave a derisive snort. “You cannot even bear to hear the words, let alone act upon them.”
Evie did not care to have her feelings about any subject decided upon and then dismissed as readily, but especially when it involved making love with Hunter.
“That it makes me blush to hear them does not mean I am averse to acting upon them,” she rebuked huskily.
He tensed. “What do you mean?”
She met his gaze unflinchingly. “Well, one of them, at least, I cannot do, but the rest do not sound so impossible.”
His throat moved as he swallowed. “Which one?”
“I am not wearing any drawers, so I cannot remove— Hunter?” she inquired uncertainly as he rose to his feet far more quickly than he should have been able to do considering the brandy he had imbibed during her absence.
His lips instantly laid claim to hers, long and deep kisses that left them both breathless. He then swept her up into his arms, placing her on the chair in his stead. He quickly crossed the room to lock the door before coming back to kneel at her feet and throw up her skirts.
He stilled the moment Evie’s bare pussy was revealed. “Dear God…” He grasped the tops of her thighs as he briefly closed his eyes before looking up again, an expression of displeasure on his face. “How long since you last wore drawers?”
“Since I could no longer suffer the discomfort of their dampness between my legs.”
He frowned. “Why were they damp?”
“Because every time I so much as look atyou, I am beset with such desire, the juices gush freely between my thighs and soak my drawers through,” she answered honestly.
“Evie…” he groaned.
“Hunter.”
“Unfasten your gown and pull down the bodice,” he instructed.
Evie’s fingers shook as she unbuttoned the side of her gown, allowing the bodice to fall to her waist.
“Your chemise too,” Hunter encouraged gruffly as he used his grip on her thighs to pull her down the chair until her bottom rested on its edge.
He groaned low in his throat when Evie pulled the soft material below her breasts so they were fully exposed. She could see her nipples were red and swollen, and they ached to be touched.
“Touch them,” Hunter encouraged.
Evie immediately cupped her hands beneath her breasts.
