Page 92 of A Bluestocking for the Wicked Duke
“Or am I just a pawn to you, the path of least resistance to get to my father?”
“No,” William replied her.
He still hadn’t met her gaze. She placed her hand under his chin and pushed it up, forcing him to look up to her.
“Look at my eyes and tell me I thought wrong,” she told him.
He met her gaze, hard and unflinching.
“No Joane, you are not just a pawn to me. Now you mean so much more. I cannot sleep without thinking about you. When I get up in the morning and look out my window, it’s you my eyes seek.”
There was a flooding of happiness in Joane’s chest. She smiled first but a smile couldn’t contain it so she broke into a laugh. Her laughter was deep and wholesome, bringing water to her eyes.
“I cried so much William. I kept wondering if I felt wrong about you. I knew what I felt, I didn’t know if you felt the same.”
William drew closer to her and used his fingers to remove the water that had gathered on her lower eyelid. The tears were threatening to come with even greater velocity. Joane dabbed at her eyes and waved her fan, blowing small currents to her face. William collected the ‘kerchief from her and cleaned her face himself.
“Please do not cry anymore, Joane. We have settled it now, haven’t we?” he said.
“Yes, we have. I just ….” Joane said, unable to complete her statement.
She didn’t know why the tears kept welling up. William dabbed at her eyes again and cleaned off the edges of her eyes with his fingers. His fingers dropped down her face slowly, exciting every cell of her skin it touched. It stopped at the edge of her mouth. Joane looked at William and his face no more held sympathy. He swallowed; her eyes followed the bulge in his throat till it went into his chest. His finger started a slow travel at the precipice of her lips, just resting on the line that demarcated lip from the skin outside.
“William,” she heard herself say. It was more a moan than a call.
His finger completed the revolution and rested at the point it started before abrubtly slipping in. Joane opened her mouth, taking the thumb fully in, sucking gently. William moved in to her, he pushed her back against the rest of the bench and replaced his finger with his tongue. His mouth met her at a slant angle, allowing his tongue swift access to hers. Joane held on tight to him, gripping his back as if to rip into it. William’s hand went straight to her breast, probing and squeezing. He broke off the kiss, taking his tongue down to suck at her lip, her chin and into the shallow dip in her neck. Joane felt warmth blow out from those places, starting a slow decent down. The feeling settled between her legs sending a steady stream of shockwaves around her body.
His mouth dropped to her breast, pattering it with kisses through the gown she wore. Joane gripped his buttock with her right hand. She moved the other hand under him, pulling desperately at his stiff member.
“Bloody crap Joane, I can’t think anytime I’m alone with you. Even when people are with us, I have to impose my greatest powers of self control,” William said, breaking his mouth off from its contact with her.
Joane smiled.
I can’t think too.
He eased her hand off his cock, entwining her fingers with his. He moved his mouth back to hers, allowing her to capture his upper lip between her teeth. He broke the kiss, licking her skin till he got to her ear. Then he put it all in her mouth, electricity ran from her ear to the rest of her body such that Joane felt her fingers quivering.
If he wants to take me, I won’t stop him. I can’t.
“We really need to stop this; we are in a public place.”
His voice was hushed and thick with want. Joane didn’t want him to speak.
Just touch me.
Suddenly he stopped, easing away from her and moving to the end of the seat. He rubbed his hand over his hair, forcing the obstinate strands back into form.
“What is it?” Joane asked him.
She didn’t want him to stop. She looked down at her gown, afraid there would be a wet, tell-tale patch between her legs. There was none.
“I thought I heard someone coming,” William said.
Joane looked back. She hadn’t heard anything and there wasn’t anyone coming. Regardless of that, the bench was positioned at the turn of the cluster of trees; they would see the intruder before that person saw them.
Am I rationalizing properly? Or I’m just thinking like this because I am so horny. Damn this.
Joane drew close to him and kissed him. The tightness of his mouth showed his surprise but it quickly dissipated into a moist welcome. In a sudden movement, William held her shoulder and squeezed, pushing her away from him. Joane raised her brows.
