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as he put on the last stocking. Even before the words were out he realized how inappropriate they were.
'Why might that be Lord...Jasper?' He realised that she didn't remember his last name and so had improvised.
‘Lord Jasper Horton. But please, call me Jasper, Lady Montgomery. I think the conditions warrant a certain informality in greeting. And ah...a virgin would not have seen a naked man before. It would be quite terrifying for her, I imagine. Especially a stranger at the door. But a married lady like yourself, well, you will have seen it all before...' His explanation petered out and he squirmed with embarrassment. This was not the conversation a gentleman would have with a lady, married or otherwise. He may spend three nights a month a beast, but he still had his civility. Well, he had, up until yesterday.
What was it about this little woman that made him feel his wildness, even in human form? There had to be more to it than just her looks. She was certainly a beauty , in that fashionable porcelain doll way. Even at this time of the morning her blonde hair was already primped and curled. She looked too perfect to be real.
Her pale cheeks blushed pink under his scrutiny. Or was it the topic of conversation?
Her small breasts heaved in a sharp in-breath, pressing up over her corset that turned her waist into something so tiny he could span it with the fingers of both hands. Her dainty hands, covered with black kid gloves, fluttered like butterflies at her sides, unsure where to land. Big, storm-cloud grey eyes stared up at him in shock.
'I cannot speak for any other married lady , sir, but I have never 'seen it all', as you so gallantly put it. My husband, God rest his soul, was very proper.' She spoke snootily, trying to look down her turned up nose at him. This failed hopelessly because he towered over her, forcing her to look up, instead of down, her nose.
'And while he remained properly covered , did he also insist you remain so, too, even when making love to you?' he asked, his curiosity inflamed.
He watched her blush even brighter , and she looked away from him and shuffled her feet.
'That is correct . It...It would have been most improper for him to have seen me uncovered...And I find this conversation totally improper, my Lord. I must go.'
Before she could make good her escape , his hand snaked out and grabbed hers. He drew her toward him with it and breathed deeply of her sweet perfume. She was all honey suckle and warmth and it left him mindless. His beast had finally got what it was after. Dee was his to do with as he wanted.
He fought back that thought. It was untrue. No gentleman would hold such base thoughts. This woman was not his to do with as he pleased. But as he looked down into her flushed face, her eyes bright with excitement, he felt himself harden as he fought the urge to draw her against him. Fought the urge to claim her completely.
What sort of man would have remained properly covered with someone like this in his bed? She was every man’s fantasy. Sweetly innocent, yet overpoweringly seductive. Did she know what she was doing? Did she realise that the way she licked her pink lips like that was an almost unbearable invitation?
He dragged his gaze from her seductive mouth and scanned their surround ings. It was warm in this large room. And it smelled of starch and washing powder. Clean. It smelled overpoweringly clean to his beast’s senses. But nothing overpowered her scent, for him. It surrounded him, tempting him to come closer, drawing more of it in to his nose. He drew her closer by the unresisting hand he held.
No! Ja sper fought the urge. This woman had been accosted by a blackguard only recently. He didn’t want to do the same to her. She deserved better.
But even as he thought it, he reached over and pushed the drying room door closed, sealing them in together.
Fidelia couldn't move. From the moment she’d opened the door that morning, on the way to the outhouse in
'Why might that be Lord...Jasper?' He realised that she didn't remember his last name and so had improvised.
‘Lord Jasper Horton. But please, call me Jasper, Lady Montgomery. I think the conditions warrant a certain informality in greeting. And ah...a virgin would not have seen a naked man before. It would be quite terrifying for her, I imagine. Especially a stranger at the door. But a married lady like yourself, well, you will have seen it all before...' His explanation petered out and he squirmed with embarrassment. This was not the conversation a gentleman would have with a lady, married or otherwise. He may spend three nights a month a beast, but he still had his civility. Well, he had, up until yesterday.
What was it about this little woman that made him feel his wildness, even in human form? There had to be more to it than just her looks. She was certainly a beauty , in that fashionable porcelain doll way. Even at this time of the morning her blonde hair was already primped and curled. She looked too perfect to be real.
Her pale cheeks blushed pink under his scrutiny. Or was it the topic of conversation?
Her small breasts heaved in a sharp in-breath, pressing up over her corset that turned her waist into something so tiny he could span it with the fingers of both hands. Her dainty hands, covered with black kid gloves, fluttered like butterflies at her sides, unsure where to land. Big, storm-cloud grey eyes stared up at him in shock.
'I cannot speak for any other married lady , sir, but I have never 'seen it all', as you so gallantly put it. My husband, God rest his soul, was very proper.' She spoke snootily, trying to look down her turned up nose at him. This failed hopelessly because he towered over her, forcing her to look up, instead of down, her nose.
'And while he remained properly covered , did he also insist you remain so, too, even when making love to you?' he asked, his curiosity inflamed.
He watched her blush even brighter , and she looked away from him and shuffled her feet.
'That is correct . It...It would have been most improper for him to have seen me uncovered...And I find this conversation totally improper, my Lord. I must go.'
Before she could make good her escape , his hand snaked out and grabbed hers. He drew her toward him with it and breathed deeply of her sweet perfume. She was all honey suckle and warmth and it left him mindless. His beast had finally got what it was after. Dee was his to do with as he wanted.
He fought back that thought. It was untrue. No gentleman would hold such base thoughts. This woman was not his to do with as he pleased. But as he looked down into her flushed face, her eyes bright with excitement, he felt himself harden as he fought the urge to draw her against him. Fought the urge to claim her completely.
What sort of man would have remained properly covered with someone like this in his bed? She was every man’s fantasy. Sweetly innocent, yet overpoweringly seductive. Did she know what she was doing? Did she realise that the way she licked her pink lips like that was an almost unbearable invitation?
He dragged his gaze from her seductive mouth and scanned their surround ings. It was warm in this large room. And it smelled of starch and washing powder. Clean. It smelled overpoweringly clean to his beast’s senses. But nothing overpowered her scent, for him. It surrounded him, tempting him to come closer, drawing more of it in to his nose. He drew her closer by the unresisting hand he held.
No! Ja sper fought the urge. This woman had been accosted by a blackguard only recently. He didn’t want to do the same to her. She deserved better.
But even as he thought it, he reached over and pushed the drying room door closed, sealing them in together.
Fidelia couldn't move. From the moment she’d opened the door that morning, on the way to the outhouse in
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