chuckled. "Then this won't make my
suit any worse." He grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her toward
him, none too gently. Tessa staggered and tripped over the toes of her slippers
to fall against him. She pressed against his body, and before she had a chance
to pull back, Nat pounced.
She
gasped and to her mortification sighed in encouragement, as with one hand he caressed
her arse over the fine lawn of her morning gown while the other held her chin.
He stroked the material over the globes of her rear, and the friction set up
delicious shivers and goose bumps over her body.
"Nor
I think, will this." Nat clutched a handful of gown, presumably to hold
her still and put his lips to hers.
Tessa
opened her mouth to protest, and then all coherent thoughts left her as his
tongue demanded entrance. She could no more refuse him than fly. She let him
inside eagerly and reveled in the way his actions mimicked that other, more
intimate act, and she moaned deep in her throat.
He
outlined the globes of her rear with one and then two fingers, and even over
her clothing, the erotic circles he traced set her skin on fire. Nat pulled her
even closer to him, and Tessa felt the hard bulge that rubbed against her
stomach. She pushed forward, eager to feel every inch of him.
Much
too soon in Tessa's mind, Nat broke the kiss, breathing heavily and
erratically, and she groaned her displeasure.
"There's
more." He whispered the words in her ear and nibbled his way along her nape
and across the swell of her breast.
Tessa
closed her eyes and let her head fall back, the better for him to access her
body. Nat moved the neckline of her gown and put his mouth to her breast. Her
heart almost stopped as he sucked on the skin and then bit her, hard enough to
make her gasp.
Hot,
erotic shards of sensation rolled from her breast to her mound, and she began
to shake. Somewhere, in the depths of her mind, she realized she was poised on
the brink of a climax harder and faster than anything she could give herself.
She'd felt nothing like it since...since… Tessa tried to marshal her befuddled
thoughts. She fought a losing battle.
"Oh,
sweetheart, if only we had time for more. But not, I think, in your maman's
drawing room." As if she was in a dream, Tessa heard his tender endearment
and trembled as Nat carefully pulled the neckline of her dress up and kissed
her ear. "There now, let's calm ourselves."
She
shook her head, unable to formulate her thoughts, and he held her close. Not
too close, however. Tessa realized he was under as much strain as she was and
admired his rigid control. Nevertheless, she lifted her head to press a kiss to his neck.
She
closed her eyes as his scent and presence surrounded her. He smelled like...
"Ah,
sweetheart, no, I can hardly contain myself as it is."
Firm
hands took hold of her and lifted her a good two feet backward. Tessa opened
her eyes and shook her head to clear it. For one moment, she was back in time
and...
"Did
your father..." She blushed. There was no way to phrase her question
delicately. "Ever have issue on the wrong side of the blanket?"
Nat
started and then roared with laughter. "He's probably got by-blows all over
the country. He never was one to keep things to himself. He believed in sharing,
be it his food or his body. Why?" He smiled but Tessa was certain she saw
a degree of wariness in his eyes.
"I..."
She shook her head again. "No, it's nothing. Ignore me."
"Oh,
I couldn't do that." He kissed her nose. It seemed to have a fascination
for him, and Tessa screwed it up.
"You
tickle it."
"Good."
He kissed it again, and Tessa giggled.
"Enough.
So you are off to Fenniston Hall?"
"Yes,
at first light. I'm taking my urchin with me. Young Cubby."
Tessa
nodded. She'd heard all about him from Arthur. "What will you do with
him?"
"He'll
help Frost, my factor." Nat walked to the door. "I must go. Think of
me whilst I'm away."
"Of
course. Take care."
"Oh,
I will. After all I have a wooing to
suit any worse." He grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her toward
him, none too gently. Tessa staggered and tripped over the toes of her slippers
to fall against him. She pressed against his body, and before she had a chance
to pull back, Nat pounced.
She
gasped and to her mortification sighed in encouragement, as with one hand he caressed
her arse over the fine lawn of her morning gown while the other held her chin.
He stroked the material over the globes of her rear, and the friction set up
delicious shivers and goose bumps over her body.
"Nor
I think, will this." Nat clutched a handful of gown, presumably to hold
her still and put his lips to hers.
Tessa
opened her mouth to protest, and then all coherent thoughts left her as his
tongue demanded entrance. She could no more refuse him than fly. She let him
inside eagerly and reveled in the way his actions mimicked that other, more
intimate act, and she moaned deep in her throat.
He
outlined the globes of her rear with one and then two fingers, and even over
her clothing, the erotic circles he traced set her skin on fire. Nat pulled her
even closer to him, and Tessa felt the hard bulge that rubbed against her
stomach. She pushed forward, eager to feel every inch of him.
Much
too soon in Tessa's mind, Nat broke the kiss, breathing heavily and
erratically, and she groaned her displeasure.
"There's
more." He whispered the words in her ear and nibbled his way along her nape
and across the swell of her breast.
Tessa
closed her eyes and let her head fall back, the better for him to access her
body. Nat moved the neckline of her gown and put his mouth to her breast. Her
heart almost stopped as he sucked on the skin and then bit her, hard enough to
make her gasp.
Hot,
erotic shards of sensation rolled from her breast to her mound, and she began
to shake. Somewhere, in the depths of her mind, she realized she was poised on
the brink of a climax harder and faster than anything she could give herself.
She'd felt nothing like it since...since… Tessa tried to marshal her befuddled
thoughts. She fought a losing battle.
"Oh,
sweetheart, if only we had time for more. But not, I think, in your maman's
drawing room." As if she was in a dream, Tessa heard his tender endearment
and trembled as Nat carefully pulled the neckline of her dress up and kissed
her ear. "There now, let's calm ourselves."
She
shook her head, unable to formulate her thoughts, and he held her close. Not
too close, however. Tessa realized he was under as much strain as she was and
admired his rigid control. Nevertheless, she lifted her head to press a kiss to his neck.
She
closed her eyes as his scent and presence surrounded her. He smelled like...
"Ah,
sweetheart, no, I can hardly contain myself as it is."
Firm
hands took hold of her and lifted her a good two feet backward. Tessa opened
her eyes and shook her head to clear it. For one moment, she was back in time
and...
"Did
your father..." She blushed. There was no way to phrase her question
delicately. "Ever have issue on the wrong side of the blanket?"
Nat
started and then roared with laughter. "He's probably got by-blows all over
the country. He never was one to keep things to himself. He believed in sharing,
be it his food or his body. Why?" He smiled but Tessa was certain she saw
a degree of wariness in his eyes.
"I..."
She shook her head again. "No, it's nothing. Ignore me."
"Oh,
I couldn't do that." He kissed her nose. It seemed to have a fascination
for him, and Tessa screwed it up.
"You
tickle it."
"Good."
He kissed it again, and Tessa giggled.
"Enough.
So you are off to Fenniston Hall?"
"Yes,
at first light. I'm taking my urchin with me. Young Cubby."
Tessa
nodded. She'd heard all about him from Arthur. "What will you do with
him?"
"He'll
help Frost, my factor." Nat walked to the door. "I must go. Think of
me whilst I'm away."
"Of
course. Take care."
"Oh,
I will. After all I have a wooing to
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