Page 73 of Seduced by an Irresistible Lady
“They are fine. Father has seen better days.”
Helena covered her mouth. She was shocked her mouth proved to be so loose.
Oh if one could draw words back into the mouth with the breath as a rope, tethered to each one so it was like they weren’t said.
“Is something wrong? Is he ill?” Dr Frederick asked.
“No, he’s fine. That was a mistaken slip. I meant to say something else,” Helena said.
Dr Frederick didn’t look like he believed a bit of what she just said. He was a whisker away from having a sneer on his face. He held Helena’s hands with both of his and looked into her eyes.
“Tell me, Helena, is something wrong with him? I could treat him without pay.”
Helena enjoyed the lock of his fingers with hers, the earnest way he looked and the simplicity of his eyes. She wished to throw her hands around him and tell him all so he could cradle her and tell her it would be fine.
“I was talking about our driver when I said that. He was injured recently, but he’s fine now. My father is well,” Helena lied.
Dr Frederick nodded. He asked no further question about her father although there was a strong suspicion in Helena that he wasn’t totally satisfied.
“I received a surprising invitation recently, to Miss Morgana’s ball. I do not know if you know of her,” Dr Frederick said.
Helena was surprised.
Dr Frederick got invited. What affairs could bind an honourable man so to a woman of loose skirts.
“You looked amazed. That’s exactly how I was too,” Dr Frederick said.
Helena quickly removed the expression from her face. She chided herself for lacking any guile whatsoever.
“I found out how, though, which could only be meaningless gossip to you. She prescribed that we bring a partner, not obligatory, though. I am asking if you would attend with me,” Dr Frederick said.
There was a dull pang in the middle of Helena’s chest. Truly, she would have preferred the company of Dr Frederick to that of Lord Jeffrey. But too many factors played in, and they carried more weight than the affectations of the heart.
“I did hear of Miss Morgana’s ball, but I will not be able to go with you that day, Dr Frederick. I have an appointment that same day,” Helena said.
She had meant to tell him that she was already to attend with Lord Jeffrey. But when the words were to come out, her courage failed her, and her mouth crafted others. Helena did not look up to meet his gaze. When she did, she saw the disappointment glaring in them.
“Well, no matter, it is unfortunate that it should be that day. I might as well not attend,” Dr Frederick said.
“You have not put on your shoes after I finished with your ankle,” Dr Frederick said. It seemed his disappointed downward gaze alerted him to the forgotten accessory.
Helena looked down at her open toes. She had been so carried away due to Dr Frederick’s nearness. She bent to wear it.
“No bother, Miss Helena. I helped remove them. I’ll help adorn them again,” he said.
Dr Frederick got up from the bench and bent in front of her. As he was fitting the shoe back on her foot, there was a powerful gust of wind. It blew hard and wild, throwing both Helena’s gown and petticoat up and revealing her secrets to Dr Frederick. Helena could not see his face, but she felt a definite draft-in-the-aft. She panicked and pulled her dress down against the force of the wind. Her hand hit Dr Frederick on the head as she did so, causing him to yelp.
“I’m sorry,” Helena said rapidly, pushing the shame of the causal event away for the sympathy for the mortal blow she dealt the man.
Dr Frederick rubbed his head and looked up to her. There was the twisted expression of pain in his face, but his eyes held something much deeper. There was want that darkened in there. Helena placed her hand on his head, searching for the point she hit. She was not ready for Dr Frederick’s sudden jerk up.
He placed his hands on her neck and ravaged her mouth. His mouth interlocked with hers, grinding and probing. Helena, shocked, did nothing at first. But the ministrations of his mouth poured life into her and she threw her hands around his neck, drawing him up from his bending position. She held him tight and savoured the taste of his tongue. She drew in his scent, the musky salty scent of a working man. Helena felt his hand run from her neck to her bust. He pressed and squeezed gently, triggering the tip of her breasts to a staunch stiffness. His hands moved as quickly as his tongue, the hands loosening the small ropes of her gown, his tongue poking into her, demanding a duel. Her gown quickly fell off her shoulders. Helena bust was bare but for the shift that stood against Dr Frederick like the stubborn bars of a dungeon. Dr Frederick dropped his kisses from her mouth, trailing down her chin to her neck and up the sides to her ears.
A soft moan escaped her lips as she used the fingers of one hand to release his buttons from their slit nooses. Her hands explored his chest. Helena was surprised by the hardness of his chest. She had expected a doctor not to be this taut.
“Your chest, you are well formed, like a labourer,” Helena said in a husky, want-filled voice.
Dr Frederick smiled. His hands moved to the front hook of her shift and broke the lock. Her breasts escaped into the coolness of the air, their tips dark and erect. Dr Frederick attacked the right nipple with rapid ferociousness. His fingers squeezed and twisted the other. Helena closed her eyes as bolts of pleasure ran from both minute tips, heating up her head. His mouth attacked the other tip, leaving the first one wet and yearning to be covered. Sweetness ran all over her body, choosing to settle at the pit in her cradle. Dr Frederick’s hands strayed back to her legs, up to her knees, and Helena was hot already.
