Page 11 of The Winter Rogue
“Why what?”Drew seemed as befuddled as she felt.
“Why did you kiss me?”It was more of a demand than a question.
His eyes narrowed as he glared.“I'd ask the same of you.”
Charlene heaved in another breath and attempted to still her whirling thoughts.“You kissed me, you rogue.”
“Ha!”Drew barked out a laugh and shook his head.“You fell into my arms and lured me into that kiss!”
“I did no such thing!”Indignation rose up to replace all other thoughts and feelings, including any acknowledgement of guilt.Charlene crossed her arms under her breasts and scowled.“You kissed me.I was distraught, and you kissed me!”
Drew's gaze dipped to her breasts then roamed down over her body for a long moment.She couldn't help but wonder if he found her curves distasteful or…
Then he cursed and turned away from her, pulling her out of her wayward thoughts.“Get out.Get out of my study and go upstairs to bed.Do not come back downstairs until morning unless you want a spanking.”
Charlene stared at the tension in his back and shoulders, and fled—not from fear that he'd harm her, she knew he'd never do that.Not really.
But she fled out of self-preservation.In that moment, all she wanted to do was taunt him until he put his hands on her once more.Whether that was to kiss her or spank her, she didn't really care.She just wanted to feel him touch her, to see if his touch caused the same warmth and desire as before.But she already knew that chasing Drew Wentworth was a losing proposition.He was one best left alone.
She was halfway up the sweeping staircase when she saw Polly who had stopped at the top.“I was just coming to find you, Lady Charlene.”
Charlene looked up to where Polly stood on the stairs above her with concern.“Is John well?”
“He's doing fine.We got a nice warm broth in him and a few warming bricks tucked under the covers as well.I also splinted his leg, so he doesn't injure it in the night.”Polly smiled kindly at her.
“Thank you.I appreciate you looking after him so well.”Charlene felt the tension melt from her body.At least the part that had been caused by worry for John.
“He should sleep well tonight, as should you.Do you need any assistance getting ready for bed?”
“No, thank you, Polly.I can manage fine on my own.”Charlene climbed the stairs to move past the other woman.
“You'll find a robe in your room along with your bag from the coach.Billy brought it back with them.If you'll put your clothes outside your door tonight, I can see that they get cleaned tomorrow for you.”
“Thank you.I should have a change of clothing in my bag, so there is no rush to wash these.”Charlene assured her and then headed upstairs to bed.It had been a long few days, full of turmoil and too much adventure.
And she would have to face Drew in the morning.
Chapter Six
Drewblinkedgrittyeyesand sighed as he lay in bed.He'd tossed and turned all night, plagued by dreams of the kiss he'd shared with Charlie, and just how much further he'd wanted to take things.Too far…
He looked down the length of his traitorous body to where his cock was still hard.Bloody hell, if he didn't deal with that thing, it would torment him all day and most likely at the worst imaginable times.Pushing the sheet down, he let the cool air kiss his heated skin and took hold of his unruly cock.
The damned thing really had a mind of its own.
Drew smiled as he pulled up one of his favorite memories.A young widow he'd met, in a marketplace in a small village in France where they'd stopped on the way to Jamaica, had invited him to visit.He was no fool, and the woman was everything he appreciated in a woman.All soft curves, full breasts that more than filled a man's hands, and she came with a wealth of experience.She had knelt before him and taken his cock in her mouth.
Stroking his cock slowly as he let the memory push back into his brain and stir his senses, Drew watched her golden brown head bob up and down in his lap as he sat on the edge of her bed.But he didn't want to come in her mouth, so he fisted his hand in her luxurious hair and pulled her off his cock.He groaned as he looked down at her face—and instead of the snub nose and green eyes of the French woman…he saw Charlie's fathomless dark eyes and full lips.
His brain was taking over now and going where it wanted.Where he wanted, with or without his conscience’s permission.
Drew hauled fantasy Charlie up into his lap and roughly tugged her peasant blouse down to reveal her full round breasts tipped with dusky nipples that begged for his mouth.Pleased with his discovery, he leaned her away from himself, bent over her, and sucked.He'd felt those breasts and her hard nipples pressed against him, even through her clothes, so knew they were full and plump, and God, he wanted to lick and taste them.
He stroked his cock faster as he imagined letting her nipple pop from his mouth and then his hungry lips captured it again.Fuck, he was so hard for her.In his mind’s eye, Drew stood up and bent her over the imaginary bed.Pulling her skirts up, he lined up behind her and plunged his cock inside her tight, hot pussy.He fisted his cock hard and sped up his stroking motion, feeling his balls draw up tight.
No!He needed to stop this.Needed to stop wanting her like this.
But he couldn't stop.
