Page 12 of The Winter Rogue
Not in his own personal fantasy, where he plunged into her over and over again, making Charlie whimper and moan with pleasure.Nor could he stop his hand from finishing what he had started.Drew continued to stroke his cock, working and twisting the tip as he grabbed his balls with his other hand.He massaged them gently as his back arched up off the bed and shot his load onto his stomach, all the while pumping his hand.In his fantasy, both he and Charlie finished on gusty cries of ecstasy.
Drew opened his eyes to find his stomach covered in his seed and his cock unrepentantly still hard.
“Fuck!”He rolled out of the bed and grabbed the shirt he'd worn yesterday to clean himself off.By the time he'd managed to clean up and head downstairs for breakfast, he was in as surly a mood as ever.
That was why, when he walked into the breakfast room to find Charlie—the very object of his morning fantasy—sitting in the sunshine looking well rested and far too innocent for what he'd been thinking of doing to her, Drew was forced to close his eyes and turn around to leave.
But the room was too small.She'd heard him.
“Please, don't leave on my account, Drew.”Charlie smiled up at him.
She wore a simple yellow gown made of wool, he suspected, over a white linen chemise which was far too reminiscent of the peasant blouse he'd imagined her in—except this bodice was modest, covering up her breasts, much to his disappointment.He was also disappointed that he noticed how it made the gold flecks in her brown eyes light up.Her hair had a golden nimbus around it from the sunshine streaming in, teasing out all the blonde and red highlights in her brown hair.She had always called it drab, but he'd always seen it as a riot of colors hidden in the dark depths.
“I didn't wish to interrupt your breakfast.”
“You aren't,” she said cheekily as she took a delicate bite of toast, chewed, swallowed, and continued to smile again.
Drew really wanted to kiss that smile off her face, but that was not possible.Not something he would ever do again.
One time.One slip up.That was it.He had other things to focus on.
Wentworth Shipping was at a crucial point in its growth.He didn't have time for distractions, and Charlie was a hell of a lot more than a distraction.She was the kind of woman you courted and married.She was not the kind of woman a man played around with.
Not a man like him, at any rate.
“Did you hear?Lady Kensington went so far over her allowance that her husband made her give away half her wardrobe as punishment?”Charlie giggled and carried a fork full of scrambled egg to her mouth.
Realizing he was still standing in the small room, Drew turned toward the sideboard where breakfast was laid out and surreptitiously adjusted his uncooperative cock before he filled his plate while making a non-committal noise.Speaking was beyond his abilities at the moment.He took in a deep breath and turned to join her at the table.The small, round, and far too intimate table.Bloody hell, why hadn't he thought to have breakfast served in the dining room, where it was dark, and the table was big enough they could have sat in separate counties?
He tried to push his careening thoughts aside and focus on his breakfast.Charlie carried on updating him on the lateston ditsfrom London, none of which he cared about.
As his lack of proper sleep caught up with him and his patience ran out, Drew finally broke into her monologue.“Do you have nothing else to speak about beyond fashion and gossip?”
Her beautiful brown eyes grew wide in surprise then narrowed in annoyance at his rudeness.He knew he was being rude, but a man could only take so much punishment.Watching her throat bob with every swallow, the way her lips pursed around her fork, and—truly the thing that broke his ability to endure—the way she paused and silently moaned when she tasted something she enjoyed.
“I'm sorry, was I boring you,MisterWentworth?”Her lovely bow shaped mouth had flattened into a straight line, a mere slash across her face.
He hesitated.This was where he could apologize, beg her forgiveness, and end any strife.But some instinct, some desperate need to keep her away from him, had him answering in a far different manner.“Very much so,Charlie.”
Her face turned red as she sat there for a moment, looking flummoxed.“Do.Not.Call me.That vile name.If you were so bored, you could have contributed to the conversation with a topic of interest to you.”
“I could have, but what I really prefer in the morning issilence.”Drew glared at her, taking a breath and letting his words sink in.“And I shall call you by whatever name I choose in my home,Charlie.”He was just being mean, and he knew it, but better she hate him than she foster any ideas about more kisses.
He wouldn't survive more kisses from a siren like her.
“You are an unmitigated bastard,” Charlie sneered as she stood up and slapped her napkin down on the table.“If I weren’t a lady, I’d punch you in the gut as I did when I was a girl.You certainly deserve it.”
Drew's heart stopped in his chest as he took in what she was wearing.He assumed she had on a gown, as any woman of her ilk would.But no, not his bloody Charlie.The vixen was wearing trousers!Trousers, that lovingly hugged every one of her delectable curves and proved his imagination had been greatly lacking.
“What in the bloody hell are you wearing?”exploded from his mouth before he could call back the words.
“Clothing.”Charlie crossed her arms and stood there on full display.
He wanted to rip the tablecloth off the table and wrap it around her hips.What if someone else saw her?“Thatis not clothing.That is a scandal waiting to happen!”He practically bellowed the words, he was so frustrated by the desire that pounded through his veins.
“Scandal?What scandal?There is no one here but you and I and Polly and Billy.Who could possibly see me?Besides, my one traveling gown is being laundered.The other was ruined in the process of saving John.It was this, or I prance around the house naked.Which would you prefer?”
Visions of her lusciously curved figure running through the house nude had Drew’s unruly cock at full attention.It was all he could see for a moment, not her in trousers, not the morning room, and certainly not the food on his plate.
