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the back yard, she’d been under his spell. Standing there in front of her, pale skin blue with cold, he was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. Even the picture of Michelangelo’s David she and Phil had sneaked a peak at long ago couldn’t match the perfection of the man before her.
Every part of his body was heavily muscled. Those muscles rippled as he moved. She had thought him an odd collection of mismatched parts the day before, but seeing him in all his naked glory revealed the true symmetry of his form.
And the long-fingered hand that now held hers was just as fine. She found she could not take her eyes from it. The nails were short, clean and neat, knuckles large and yet shapely. There were fine golden hairs on the back that matched the hair she had seen on the rest of his body only moments before.
Howard was as far away from this man as a donkey was from an Arabian stallion, and even though she hated herself for her disloyalty, the truth remained. Howard had been better off covered, this man was better off uncovered.
Jasper's other hand , which moments before had closed the door of the drying room, was now lifting her chin so that their gazes met. His eyes were the colour of the summer sky, fringed with dark blond lashes. They were so serious, she wondered if they ever creased at the corners with laughter.
For an endless moment , it seemed that he was caught in her gaze. Then he was drawing her closer, until his lips were mere inches from her own. She could smell him beneath the fresh scent of washing. And he smelled wild and untamed, and very masculine.
Without realising what she did, she let out a little gasp, opening her lips. It was all the invitation Jasper needed. His mouth came down on hers, covering it completely. Such soft lips for such a hard man, and yet they claimed hers so tenderly. Fidelia felt light-headed at the touch. This, too, was as different from Howard’s kiss as anything could ever be. Smooth, soft and lush were the words that forced their way into her befuddled mind as he kissed her.
The s ensations that coursed through her body were so exquisite as to seem unreal. His lips were open and invited hers to do the same. It was a strangely vulnerable feeling to open her mouth to another and let his tongue enter her. Like the sexual act, but far less painful; far less embarrassing.
With that comparison in mind , she felt her thoughts slip away, to be wholly consumed by sensations. Silk and heat and dancing tongues. Breathlessness, weakness in her lower limbs. She was being carried away by wave upon wave of desire. Colours flashed before her eyes. His crinkled blue jacket seemed vivid, his hair gloriously gold. The warm air was heavy with the smell of washing lye and burning coal, yet overlaid by the scent of wildness that was all this man. A rich, sensual, heightened experience washed over her until she never wanted it to stop.
Abruptly , Jasper pulled back from her and drew in a ragged breath. 'My deepest apologies, madam. I have overstepped the bounds of common decency once more. Please forgive me.'
I f Fidelia could have found her voice, she wouldn’t have known what to say. He was right. He had overstepped the bounds, but she had willingly gone with him. With an excited thrill, she realised that she had experienced her first passionate kiss. It was everything she had ever heard about and more. If this was what Phil felt with her Byron then she could understand why she had so happily settled herself in at Breckenhill Keep as his wife.
What would deeper intimacies with this man be like if his kiss could affect her so deeply? Her mind shied away from the picture that came to mind. The very idea of being naked with a man was more than she could handle. She had only rarely caught a glimpse of her own body naked. To have it laid bare for this muscular body, so much larger and harder than her own, was terrifying.
And yet delicious.
There were sounds coming down the hallway
Every part of his body was heavily muscled. Those muscles rippled as he moved. She had thought him an odd collection of mismatched parts the day before, but seeing him in all his naked glory revealed the true symmetry of his form.
And the long-fingered hand that now held hers was just as fine. She found she could not take her eyes from it. The nails were short, clean and neat, knuckles large and yet shapely. There were fine golden hairs on the back that matched the hair she had seen on the rest of his body only moments before.
Howard was as far away from this man as a donkey was from an Arabian stallion, and even though she hated herself for her disloyalty, the truth remained. Howard had been better off covered, this man was better off uncovered.
Jasper's other hand , which moments before had closed the door of the drying room, was now lifting her chin so that their gazes met. His eyes were the colour of the summer sky, fringed with dark blond lashes. They were so serious, she wondered if they ever creased at the corners with laughter.
For an endless moment , it seemed that he was caught in her gaze. Then he was drawing her closer, until his lips were mere inches from her own. She could smell him beneath the fresh scent of washing. And he smelled wild and untamed, and very masculine.
Without realising what she did, she let out a little gasp, opening her lips. It was all the invitation Jasper needed. His mouth came down on hers, covering it completely. Such soft lips for such a hard man, and yet they claimed hers so tenderly. Fidelia felt light-headed at the touch. This, too, was as different from Howard’s kiss as anything could ever be. Smooth, soft and lush were the words that forced their way into her befuddled mind as he kissed her.
The s ensations that coursed through her body were so exquisite as to seem unreal. His lips were open and invited hers to do the same. It was a strangely vulnerable feeling to open her mouth to another and let his tongue enter her. Like the sexual act, but far less painful; far less embarrassing.
With that comparison in mind , she felt her thoughts slip away, to be wholly consumed by sensations. Silk and heat and dancing tongues. Breathlessness, weakness in her lower limbs. She was being carried away by wave upon wave of desire. Colours flashed before her eyes. His crinkled blue jacket seemed vivid, his hair gloriously gold. The warm air was heavy with the smell of washing lye and burning coal, yet overlaid by the scent of wildness that was all this man. A rich, sensual, heightened experience washed over her until she never wanted it to stop.
Abruptly , Jasper pulled back from her and drew in a ragged breath. 'My deepest apologies, madam. I have overstepped the bounds of common decency once more. Please forgive me.'
I f Fidelia could have found her voice, she wouldn’t have known what to say. He was right. He had overstepped the bounds, but she had willingly gone with him. With an excited thrill, she realised that she had experienced her first passionate kiss. It was everything she had ever heard about and more. If this was what Phil felt with her Byron then she could understand why she had so happily settled herself in at Breckenhill Keep as his wife.
What would deeper intimacies with this man be like if his kiss could affect her so deeply? Her mind shied away from the picture that came to mind. The very idea of being naked with a man was more than she could handle. She had only rarely caught a glimpse of her own body naked. To have it laid bare for this muscular body, so much larger and harder than her own, was terrifying.
And yet delicious.
There were sounds coming down the hallway
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