Page 88 of Unforeseen Affairs
“Now your undervest.”
He tugged that off as well, especially glad to be rid of it—it had been soggy for most of the day.
She sighed happily as she stared at his chest. And then her hands were on her breasts—teasing them, kneading them, pressing them together as if offering them up to him. He stepped forward, his head in a whirl, and reached out—
She smacked his hand away, tutting.
“You’re getting far too ahead of yourself. Do you not want me to answer?”
Taken aback at her chastisement, Colin set his jaw and nodded, almost imperceptibly.
“Good,” she said, leaning back against the edge of the tub. She fondled one of her nipples; it was a lovely deep blush color, and looked to be as hard as his cock. “At any rate,” she said, pulling on the nipple and letting it go, watching it as it sprung back into place, “I daresay it was when you made that toast. You seemed a little fussy, but it was the stricken look in your eye after you saw me, after you said the words.To cunt and gunpowder, do you recall?”
Oh, but he did. He couldn’t help but look down to her cunt now, his view of the dark curls obfuscated by the suds on the surface of the water.
“It didn’t scandalize you,” he murmured, just now realizing it. Without thinking, his hand moved to the fall in his trousers.
“Not much does,” she acknowledged as she drew her shoulders back, fully exposing her chest above the water.
“It was our first meeting,” he said, feeling suddenly emotional.
She lifted a shoulder in dismissal, as if it were no matter.
“Aren’t you sore?” he asked, his gaze riveted to her breasts bobbing on the surface.
“Only slightly,” she purred.
Emboldened, he undid the flap and withdrew his cock, hard and proud. No, he would not risk hurting her, but there were other things that could be done.
She sat up quickly, sending forth a little wave that smacked against the rim of the tub and sprayed him with teasing drops of warm water. He bent forward and plunged his hand into the water for a moment. Now slick, he took himself in hand and began stroking, slowly but firmly. Colin thought her eyes seemed somehow even bigger now, glassy and pupilless. Staring right at his cock.
His heart seized. He wanted to always be looked at this way. By her.
“Then what of marriage?” he said, an edge of frustration in his voice. “Why does the mere mention frighten you so?”
Her lips were parted now. Yearning twisted within him, tying itself in knots low in his middle—a clove hitch, then a figure of eight, perhaps a rolling hitch. All of it building to something that only one woman—this woman—could unravel.
“Frighten me?”
Colin could hardly stand it. She was so close. Sowet.
“Touch yourself…” he rasped, abandoning his mission to press her further, to beg for her hand. “Darling. Touch yourself again.”
“No.” Her brows drew together. “Youare to do asIsay,Sir Colin.”
“Sir Colin?” he moaned, his hand still working, his breath now shallow and ragged. “You cannot call me that. I will not allow it, Charlotte. Not anymore.”
She moved to the edge of the tub now, lowering her face so it was mere inches from his cock. This time a large wave of water went over the edge, crashing onto the tops of his bare feet and making the floor dangerously slippery.
“Why not?” she asked, her eyes fixed upon his prick as he worked himself to climax.
Memories of lion hunters and gormless partygoers fawning over him flashed through his mind. Rooms full of false laughter and forced applause every time he found himself surrounded by those who would see him only for his accomplishments and fame.
He stopped stroking himself and reached down, his hand gentle but firm as he placed it upon her cheek. Her dark eyes looked up at him warily, half warning him off and half begging him to do whatever he might.
“Because I…” he began, then stopped to draw a long breath. “Because…”
He halted, suddenly afraid.
