Page 15 of A Wicked Viscount's Stormy Affair
“Miss Sophie, are you ready to change into your nightgown just yet?”
Sophie jumped because her new ladies maid, Lily, had shocked her, dragging her from her daydreams about Lord George Harrington.
“Oh yes, I am ready.” She hung her gown back up once more, so it did not get wrinkled before the big night. Although she was not truly sure what dress she would wear. Some moments, she thought the lavender gown would be best, but then there were also times that she enjoyed the midnight blue against her skin. “I am very tired.”
Lily helped her change, then spent some time brushing her long hair before she slept.
Sophie enjoyed Lily’s company, she was a sweet girl who asked all the right questions and seemed to be able to sense Sophie’s mood all the time, knowing when to speak and what to say. She had very quickly become one of Sophie’s favorite things about London.
“Did you manage to catch a glimpse of your ship friend while out shopping today?” Lily asked, seemingly sensing who was on Sophie’s mind.
“I did not, but I am sure he will be invited to the Thompson ball. He is a rather fine gentleman.”
“Then we will have to ensure that you look your best, Miss Sophie. I have been practicing some hair styles that I think will be perfect for your hair color. With matching gems that will make you stand out brilliantly.”
Sophie grinned gratefully. “Thank you so much, Lily. That means a lot to me.”
Lily bid her goodnight, leaving Sophie alone in her grand London bedroom. She tucked herself under the sheets and stared up at the ceiling for a moment, again just mentally planning the ball at the end of the week. The closer it came to that night, the more anticipation surged through her veins. She was nervous and excited in equal measures.
But now, she was not just thinking of the dress and planning the dances she wished to partake in, she was lost in her favorite fantasy. Her eyes swooping across the ballroom to seek out her hero. The handsome Lord Harrington, also looking a little lost as he tried to seek her out too. Because of course in this fantasy, he had been thinking endlessly of her, just as she had been of him, and he could not wait to dance with her either.
He did not even need to ask, there was simply an understanding between them, a knowledge that they could not stay apart for too much longer.
They walked towards one another, dragged by an intense magnetic pull.
The rest of the world simply melted in to nothingness. It was only him and her.
By the time he reached out to take her hands, she could hardly wait for the fizzle of desire to race down her spine. Because she recognized the sensation for what it was now. She knew that she ached for him.
In her fantasy, she did not talk. She never needed to talk. She simply rose up onto her tip toes just as he dipped his head low to claim her as well. There was a fire blazing in his hazel colored eyes that she could not get enough of.
By the time his lips met hers, they had moved. They were no longer in the middle of the ballroom with all eyes of the ton watching them. They were in a bed chambers, a little like this one, and he had his hands cupped around her cheeks. The sizzle of excitement tore through her skin, shivering through her entire body as George finally crashed his lips to her and claimed her.
Sophie slid her eyes closed and allowed the kiss to deepen. His tongue invaded her mouth and his eager fingers slid down her body, exploring her hips and waist line in a way that was truly inappropriate. Thank goodness no one was watching them.
But Sophie’s imagination did not stop there.
It never did when it came to George.
The kiss intensified and grew more passionate.
He pushed her up against the nearest wall and began to gather up the skirts of her dress.
Sophie’s whole body pulsated with desire as she imagined this happening. She could not stop her hands from resting on her own ragged chest where her labored breaths were rising and falling rapidly. She imagined his hands instead of hers, as she allowed them to trickle down to her thighs, close to her undergarments.
“Oh Sophie, you truly are the most beautiful woman I have ever laid my eyes upon.”
Hearing him whisper those words into her ears thrilled her.
This was the most exciting time she’d ever had with him, even if it only ever happened in her mind.
By the time Sophie’s fingers had edged in to her panties, it washimtaking control of her. In her fantasy, Sophie had willingly given herself over to this man, and he was scooping her up willingly.
Without a moment of hesitation, she parted her thighs further, and allowed her fingers to glide along her soaking wet slit.
“Oh my, George,” she murmured allowed as she finally plunged her fingers deep inside of herself, still picturing George’s hand in place of hers. She could almost feel the weight of his whole body pressed up against her as she massaged herself. “George that feels so good.”
She moaned in delight, her free hand mussing up her hair as she pushed her palm against her clit every single time she thrust. Perhaps she did not know how it wouldreallyfeel to have George touching her like this, but she had a feeling that he would know exactly what to do with her body. That his touch would be even better than her own.
