Page 34 of A Wicked Viscount's Stormy Affair
What on earth had just happened?
What was going to happen now?
Did George really like her or was friendship all that he truly wanted? Was there something that George was keeping from her? If not the rumors, then what was it? Why, after a moment that should have clarified everything, was she left feeling more confused than ever?
Chapter 15
George’s eyes widened with desire as he ran his eyes all over Sophie’s naked form.
This was clearlynotwhat he was expecting to happen in the captain’s library on the battleship, but in the depth of her mind she knew that her family were long gone, and she no longer wanted to hold back. Sophie was a woman that knew what she wanted, which was why she had slipped out of her dress, to show himeverything.
“I want you,” she murmured as she sashayed towards him. “And I get the feeling that you want me too.”
“Oh, yes? And what gives you that impression?”
But Sophie did not care that George was teasing her. She was certain in her convictions.
“You almost kissed me,” she whispered as she traced her finger down his cheek, the same way that he had done hers. “And I know you wanted to close the gap. It is probably you simply trying to be a gentleman that prevented you from taking further action. But I do not want you to be a gentleman.”
Burning hot blood was pounding through her body.
Sophie had never felt this way before, and it was absolutely glorious.
As she moved closer to him, his hands lightly grazed her skin. He touched her in the same places he had at the ball, when his fingers had wandered ever so slightly.
But she wanted them to wander more.
She craved him, yearned for him, her whole body was throbbing with need.
But since she had not yet kissed him, she could not really imagine that moment. Even as she slept in the deepest, calmest rest of her whole life, her subconscious would not bring up images that did not come from reality. Sophie found it endlessly frustrating.
She wantedeverythingfrom this man, and since it had not happened in real life, she at least wanted it here.
But George continued to smirk at her with a knowing delight in his eyes. It was as if he enjoyed teasing her, he wanted her on the edge of desire like this, feeling like she was about to explode. The fizzing of excitement bursting through her body was about to consume her whole.
“What would it be like to actually kiss you?” she mused as she brushed her fingers lightly over his lips. “I have thought about that a lot.”
“Maybe you will find out one day. Perhaps I will ask you to dance at the next ball and we can find out then.”
“Oh, that is naughty, George,” Sophie giggled as a heat rushed to her cheeks. “You know we cannot kiss in public. Can you imagine the scandal? The ton would love it.”
“You might be right about that,” he agreed. “But I still may ask you to dance, because I love the feeling of having you in my arms…”
There was no music playing, but they started to dance as if they were truly at a ball, and that was how they stayed through the rest of her dream. In one another’s arms, where she loved to be…
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The midnight blue of the gown was unlike anything Sophie had ever worn before. She did not usually go for darker colors because she was worried that it might not suit her skin tone, but as she glanced at her reflection in this dress, she was surprisingly happy.
“You are right, Mother. I do think that this gown will be perfect for the evening.”
Of course, when Sophie thought about the night, she could only think about the dreams that had been haunting her ever since they had their tour of the battleship, when there was analmostkiss that she could not shake from her mind. Now, she knew precisely where her desire lay.
She had a spark only for George, and that was the man she wanted to focus on.
Tonight was going to be another night that she could get closer to him, and Sophie could not wait.
“You look absolutely beautiful,” her mother declared as she kissed Sophie on the cheek. “You will be the belle of the ball once more.”
