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“How will we know if that is for us?” Sybille said rapidly. “How will we…” She blushed. “Fit?”
To his credit Thom didn’t show how her words affected him. “As man and woman?”
“Yes, as well…” Sybille waved her hand vaguely. “When we need to…to… do whatever it is we have to do.” She gulped and blushed. “I know as an unmarried lady I‘m not supposed to know of such things let alone talk of them to a gentleman, but I need to know. Therefore, I suppose I’m no lady. But I am my mother’s daughter.”
“And you deserve to know, what exactly? Do you need diagrams?”
He wondered if her face could get any redder.
“You are a beast.”
He nodded. “A hungry one. Do you know what those words do to me?” He gestured toward his cock, which swelled his pantaloons. He could only thank Mijo for insisting it was not a formal evening and evening breeches wouldn’t be required. The knit of his pantaloons was much more sympathetic to his burgeoning pego.
She hesitated and looked anywhere except at him. “Not really.”
“I want you.” The timbre of his tone, the way his eyes had darkened once more, the tremor within him as he spoke, all indicated how his senses were reacting to her innocent question. He wanted to show her there and then. To untie the laces of her gown, slide the lacy sleeves across her shoulders and down to her elbows to pinion her arms. Then as her breasts were bared to him, to feast and suckle and teach Sybille the first stages of passion. Before…
“Thom? Are you all right? You seem dyspeptic.” Sybille touched his cheek. “You’re feverish.” She shook her head. “You should be at home in bed.”
Thom groaned and lifted her hand from his face. “I may well be feverish, but not for the reason you think.” It was time to tell her just how she affected him. He hoped she wouldn’t have need of smelling salts. He didn’t relish waking up the household to tell them he’d caused one of the daughters of the house to pass out.
Sybille stared at their linked hands. “I think, my lord, you’re toying with me. It’s not right.”
Oh grief we’re back to ‘my lord’ again.
“Nor is calling the man about to introduce you to passion, in that tone of voice. Thom, please.”
Her eyes widened, she bit her lips and then smiled. He’d wager she had no idea, but it was the enticing ‘come to me’ smile of a houri.
“Thom, please.” Sybille giggled. “I’m not sure what I’m asking but… please.”
“You do realize we are limited at this moment, don’t you?” He had to warn her. “When I fill you and take you to be mine, I want time. Time to show you how I can worship every inch of you. Touch you, taste you, fill you, and make you fly.” He turned their hands over and kissed her palm. “I want, to be crude, to fuck with you.”
To her credit, she only blinked, swallowed, went white and then nodded.
“Then do it.”
It was his turn to blink, swallow, he hoped not go white, and sadly shake his head.
“By my reckoning we have less than an hour in private, it isn’t long enough.”
“N…not long enough?” Sybille sounded puzzled. “I thought… no… never mind. Why is it not?”
“When we make love, I intend to show you everything. To worship your body and let you worship mine. To explore each other so thoroughly there won’t be once inch of each other we don’t know intimately. When I finally come in you, you’ll be oh so ready. That is my oath, Sybille, but until we have that much time, all we can do is play a little.” Very deliberately he stood up, unwound his cravat and set it over the back of a chair. Then he opened his jacket and waistcoat and shrugged out of them. “How much we play is up to you.”
He waited, barely able to contain his impatience while she assimilated his remarks. He had no hope she’d say no, and little she’d agree to whatever he chose without some input.
Thom was correct.
“How? Where? Show me.” Her words tumbled over each other. “Who says? Can we? What should…” She put her hands on his shoulders and swayed on her toes.
He shut her up in the only way he thought might work. Thom put his fingers over her mouth, ignored her outraged “oufft,” and replaced his digits with his mouth.
“Sweet Sybille, open your mouth and let me in.” Thom mumbled the words as he used his tongue to pry her lips open, and put his hands on her nicely rounded bottom to pull her close.
His erection pressed into her belly. Her hold on his shoulders tightened to the point of pain and she gasped and stiffened. Thom took advantage and deepened the kiss. To his delight, after one second of what he assumed was deliberation, she responded and let her tongue trace his. Even through the fine lawn of his shirt and the silk of her dress, her nipples were hard against his chest. He let his emotions take over, and enjoyed her. Her fingers fumbling with his shirt brought him back to reality.
Not now. No time. How he wished there was.
Thom softened the kiss, reluctantly ended it and put a little distance between their bodies. He used one hand on her shoulder to hold Sybille where he put her, as she swayed toward him again. However he didn’t move either of his hands and continued his gentle caress of her rear. It was agony not to do as he wanted and bury his face in her breasts and feast on the soft flesh. Then suck and nip the hard nubs until she made those enticing moans and groans only an aroused woman could. Then move lower…
Sybille looked up at him with cloudy eyes and flushed cheeks. Her rosy lips were parted and she snaked her tongue out to swipe at their contours. Then she shook her head and closed her mouth again.
“No, yes, must we stop?” Sybille laughed shakily. “My body aches. All of it, not just—” She stopped talking abruptly.
“Not just?” Thom prompted her.
“The bits I thought might ache when we… you… I… touched them,” she said in a rush.
Thom chuckled. “You’ll find out later.”
“That’s the problem.” Sybille pushed back and stated at his face. “When?”
“Sybille, it’s not that easy. You live in your parents’ house. I can’t take you to my home, you know as well as I that the ton has eyes and ears everywhere. And, as you have not yet agreed to wed me, I cannot bed you.”
Well he could, and hoped he’d get the chance, but he had no intention of telling Sybille that. He’d prefer her to agree to their betrothal. Thom had little hope that she considered her not so enthusiastic yes of earlier as binding.
“Rubbish. You’re a…” she hesitated and changed her phraseology, “were a rake. Rakes have love nests tucked away somewhere. Take me there. Unless of course it’s still occupied?”
Having witnessed a love match in the shining example of her parents, Sybille is not prepared to settle for anything less than true love. Lord Thomas Jeavons might have proposed, but does he love her? Especially after she tells him her secrets?
Thom is enchanted, and far from being put off by Sybille's demands. He vows to do everything in his power to convince her that he is the only man for her—both in and out of the bedroom. With her family's good name at stake, can they solve all their issues before it is too late to find their own happy ever after?
Be Warned: bondage
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