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eventful day, full of
possibilities. It was hard to believe there was still so much more to come.

 

     
    Chapter Six

     
    Charlotte waited for her mother to retire for the night
before she snuck out. It was now almost midnight and she was entering the hotel
through the back door as she had been instructed to do. By her lover. Or
rather, by the man who would become her lover in the next few hours.
    Her belly turned over with a strange mixture of
apprehension and eagerness, for she had not been able to erase their morning
kiss from her mind. All day she had been reeling with frustrated desire,
dreaming about the moment she would feel his hands on her body.
    The husky sound of his voice played over in her mind and
stimulated her fantasies. She had been distracted from it for only a brief time
that afternoon when she had watched her parents walk together in the park and
talk for a full hour before Dr. Thomas escorted them back to the barouche.
    But that was then, and this was a new moment to embrace.
She entered the hotel, closed the door behind her, and found herself in a
pitch-dark entryway.
    Unable to see her own hand in front of her face, she
backed up against the wall and stood very still. Perhaps this had been a
mistake. Could she really trust a man she had only just met? What if he had not
even come?
    Then the floor creaked, a shadow moved in front of her,
and she felt the light brush of his lips across her cheek. Her nipples
tightened, and her flesh tingled beneath her gown.
    “I wasn’t sure if you would come,” he said in that raunchy
voice that singed her mind with erotic images of what would happen over the
next few minutes.
    “I couldn’t possibly stay away,” she said. “You have been
in my thoughts since the moment we parted.”
    “The waiting was pure hell.”
    Then his lips found hers in the darkness and his tongue
swept into her mouth with a sexual aggression that roused her senses. She
wrapped her arms around his neck and met his kiss with fierce abandon. His hard
body trapped her tight up against the wall, while his hand slid down over her
hip and hooked under the back of her knee. He lifted her thigh and parted her
legs, thrust his hips into hers, and just when she thought he might take her
right there in the dark with no foreplay whatsoever, he laid a trail of kisses
down the side of her neck and said, “I have a room for us. Join me there now?”
    “Lead the way,” she replied.
    He took her by the hand, and she followed him without
question up a narrow staircase lit only by a gaslight sconce at the top. They
climbed two flights and emerged into a wide, more brightly lit hallway.
Reaching into his breast pocket for a key, he unlocked a door at the far end of
the building, and in the very next instant, she was inside the room, kissing
him again in the darkness.
    He swept her into his arms and carried her to the bed, set
her down upon it, and stood over her while shrugging out of his jacket. The
light from the city streets outside filtered in through the window and
illuminated his broad, muscular chest as he tossed the jacket aside and began
to unbutton his waistcoat.
    Charlotte leaned up on her elbows to watch the marvelous
spectacle of his undressing before her. All of this felt like an impossible
fantasy—something she was dreaming about in the late, lonely hours of the
night. But it was not a fantasy. This was real. He was real, and he was not wasting any time.
    “Can I get you anything?” he asked. “A glass of wine?”
    If she said ‘yes,’ would he postpone the ravishment?
    “No, I don’t need anything,” she replied with breathless
desire and a heart pounding with excitement.
    He removed his waistcoat, tossed that to the floor as
well, and proceeded to pull his shirt off over his head. “Would you like to
talk first? Some women want to talk.”
    Curious as to how many women he had pleasured this way,
Charlotte shook her head and sucked in a breath at the awesome sight of