Page 35 of The Truth Serum
“Do you feel it?” he asked. “Like a nipple only better. Firmer. Makes me want to suck on it.”
“What?” she gasped.
“And your glove,” he said. “My God, it feels so soft.” He drew her hand up to his cheek while his fingers stroked her glove all the way up to her elbow.
“Baron, please. Let’s sit down. I have an important question to ask you.”
“Take it off!” he demanded, as he began to tug and her glove. “I have to see if it’s different. Your glove or your skin. Good God, that feels so good.” He was rubbing his face on her glove, using his larger size to muscle her into moving where he wanted her.
This was getting alarming, and she tried to twist away. “Baron, please. We were going to have a discussion,” she said, trying to return to a normal conversation with him.
It didn’t work. He pushed her against the tree trunk, then set his attention to pulling off her glove. She allowed it only because the more he focused on her glove, the more she could maneuver her body out from between him and the tree.
“Certainly,” she said, her voice tight as she unbuttoned the clasp on her glove. “Here, let me help you.” Once unfastened, she pulled away, letting him keep hold of her glove.
He tugged it off her, then rubbed his cheek against it. “So soft,” he murmured. Then he started tugging at his cravat. “I feel so hot,” he said as he let her glove drift to the ground.
“Baron. Please, I think you should sit—”
“Oh, do shut up!” he snapped. “Always talking. Never listening.” He stopped with his cravat and glared at her. “Fletcher never said you’d talk so much!”
“What?”
Once his cravat was off, he began stripping out of his coat. “You have the breasts of a goddess,” he said, “but damn your mouth!”
“What?”
“Questions, conversations. Just like Melanie. Only good when it’s stuffed with my cock.”
Melanie was his first wife, the woman he’d claimed he’d adored. The woman he had praised as a sweet goddess who had gifted him with her heart.
Rebecca took a step back. “Do tell me more about Melanie, please. Did you love her?”
“Love her?” he scoffed. “Such tiny tits. Couldn’t believe she could nurse a baby.” He grinned at her. “Nothing like yours.”
She fought the urge to cover her breasts with her arms. “Is that why you want to marry me? Because of my breasts?” She was shaking as he looked at her. He was a big man who could easily overpower her, but she stood her ground.
“So tight,” he murmured as he pulled off his waistcoat. Good lord, the man was stripping right in front of her!
She backed away another step.
“Don’t go,” he said, his eyes gleaming in the moonlight. Then he closed them as he threw aside his waistcoat. “There’s so much I want to say but nobody listens!”
Really? Well, she was all ears now.
Except, as a proper girl, she ought to take this chance to run back to the ballroom. He was a large and unpredictable man. But she hadn’t given him the truth serum to turn tail when it finally took effect.
So she stood her ground, in part because of a sense of responsibility. After all, she’d dosed him. She couldn’t abandon him in a dark garden without anyone to care for him. What if he collapsed?
Mentally, she catalogued the serum’s effects. The baron was overheating, and his skin seemed sensitized to the breeze. As she watched, he stripped out of his shirt and lifted his chest to the sky. Then he raised his arms, his hands clenched into fists.
“I feel so powerful!” he exclaimed.
Oh dear. That was loud enough to attract many people. The first couple who had followed them had wandered away in their own pursuits. But there were others around. Which meant she had little time to ask her most important question.
“Baron, why do you want to marry me?”
“I am a god among men!” he exclaimed as he thrust his hands to the sky.
