body that made a woman want things that
should never be spoken aloud.
In
front of the doctor and the servants she could pretend that she merely sought
his welfare, that she wished to repay him for assisting her on the road. But
here in her private space, she could be honest. Violet wanted him. She wanted
his kiss, his body gliding over hers. Each time he awoke and looked into her
eyes, the need grew stronger.
Chapter Four
Four Days Later
The
cannon fire between his ears made him want to weep. He held both sides of his
head, trying to ease the pressure there. What had happened? Had an anvil been
dropped over his head?
He
could hear the distant clatter of what sounded like silverware. The clanging
only made the pounding in his head worse. If he’d had a gun, he’d shoot himself,
merely to be free of it.
He
closed his eyes and willed the noises to subside. Where was Jeffries?
“Jeffries! Jeffries! Stop that incessant noise!” His valet would see to his
peace and quiet.
“Pardon,
sir. You called?” A young blonde girl came into the room and curtseyed. She
carried a tray that included hot tea and scones.
He
did not recognize her. She must be new. “Where is Jeffries?”
The
girl gave him a blank look. “Let me fetch my lady for you.” She set down the
tray. The clanging continued as the cup jostled against the saucer and the
teapot rattled. He grimaced and rubbed his head.
No,
no, no. He didn’t want his sister. He wanted Jeffries. But before he could
correct her, the girl was gone.
A
few minutes later, an exquisite woman with hazel eyes and full lips entered the
room. That was not his sister.
When
she spoke, the sound echoed through his skin, sending tingles all over his
body. Who was she?
The
dream. He’d dreamed her before. Leaning over him, bathing him, singing to him.
Was he merely dreaming again?
“You
are awake! I’m glad to see you alert again.” The woman smiled broadly. Her
teeth were white and even, her skin clear and smooth. Surely she’d dropped from
the heavens.
“Hello,
angel,” he said. The gravel in his voice surprised him. His throat was parched
and his fingers felt stiff when he moved them.
She
came and sat on the bed. Yes, she must be a dream. What fine lady would come
into his room and sit on his bed in so familiar a fashion?
He
leaned forward to touch her hand. A hammer pounded through his head, but he
ignored it. He stroked his thumb across the back of her hand. “Is this a good
dream?”
Her
pupils widened and he could hear the catch in her breath. When she spoke, it
was a breathy caress. “It is no dream, sir. Do you remember anything?”
She
lifted her arm, but then dropped it. When she bit her lip, his gaze was drawn
to her lips again. Full, sensual, and perfect. He could bite and kiss them for
hours. To have them on his skin would be a treasure. On his cock, would be
heavenly.
She
blinked and turned her head from him. But the redness in her cheeks gave it
away. She knew what he wanted. And if she did not want it, she would walk away.
He
took hold of her wrists and pulled her toward him. He wanted her. And this was
a dream, so he saw no reason to proceed with caution or whisper honeyed words
to flatter her into seduction.
He
reached for the fichu tucked into her bodice, wanting to be rid of the fine
sheer cloth that hid her décolletage from view.
“What
are you doing?” she whispered in a tone so soft it made him instantly hard.
“I
am unveiling your treasures.” He tore off the thin scarf and feasted his eyes
on the enticing fruit of her body. “These are far too lovely to hide away,” he
said, sliding his hands under them.
“You
should be resting.”
He
kissed her neck. She smelled of honeysuckle and her warm skin tasted sweet and
salty, like baked bread.
“You
should not overexert yourself,” she said, even as she angled her neck to give
him access. “It’s been four days since the incident. I think you need a bit
more time to recover
should never be spoken aloud.
In
front of the doctor and the servants she could pretend that she merely sought
his welfare, that she wished to repay him for assisting her on the road. But
here in her private space, she could be honest. Violet wanted him. She wanted
his kiss, his body gliding over hers. Each time he awoke and looked into her
eyes, the need grew stronger.
Chapter Four
Four Days Later
The
cannon fire between his ears made him want to weep. He held both sides of his
head, trying to ease the pressure there. What had happened? Had an anvil been
dropped over his head?
He
could hear the distant clatter of what sounded like silverware. The clanging
only made the pounding in his head worse. If he’d had a gun, he’d shoot himself,
merely to be free of it.
He
closed his eyes and willed the noises to subside. Where was Jeffries?
“Jeffries! Jeffries! Stop that incessant noise!” His valet would see to his
peace and quiet.
“Pardon,
sir. You called?” A young blonde girl came into the room and curtseyed. She
carried a tray that included hot tea and scones.
He
did not recognize her. She must be new. “Where is Jeffries?”
The
girl gave him a blank look. “Let me fetch my lady for you.” She set down the
tray. The clanging continued as the cup jostled against the saucer and the
teapot rattled. He grimaced and rubbed his head.
No,
no, no. He didn’t want his sister. He wanted Jeffries. But before he could
correct her, the girl was gone.
A
few minutes later, an exquisite woman with hazel eyes and full lips entered the
room. That was not his sister.
When
she spoke, the sound echoed through his skin, sending tingles all over his
body. Who was she?
The
dream. He’d dreamed her before. Leaning over him, bathing him, singing to him.
Was he merely dreaming again?
“You
are awake! I’m glad to see you alert again.” The woman smiled broadly. Her
teeth were white and even, her skin clear and smooth. Surely she’d dropped from
the heavens.
“Hello,
angel,” he said. The gravel in his voice surprised him. His throat was parched
and his fingers felt stiff when he moved them.
She
came and sat on the bed. Yes, she must be a dream. What fine lady would come
into his room and sit on his bed in so familiar a fashion?
He
leaned forward to touch her hand. A hammer pounded through his head, but he
ignored it. He stroked his thumb across the back of her hand. “Is this a good
dream?”
Her
pupils widened and he could hear the catch in her breath. When she spoke, it
was a breathy caress. “It is no dream, sir. Do you remember anything?”
She
lifted her arm, but then dropped it. When she bit her lip, his gaze was drawn
to her lips again. Full, sensual, and perfect. He could bite and kiss them for
hours. To have them on his skin would be a treasure. On his cock, would be
heavenly.
She
blinked and turned her head from him. But the redness in her cheeks gave it
away. She knew what he wanted. And if she did not want it, she would walk away.
He
took hold of her wrists and pulled her toward him. He wanted her. And this was
a dream, so he saw no reason to proceed with caution or whisper honeyed words
to flatter her into seduction.
He
reached for the fichu tucked into her bodice, wanting to be rid of the fine
sheer cloth that hid her décolletage from view.
“What
are you doing?” she whispered in a tone so soft it made him instantly hard.
“I
am unveiling your treasures.” He tore off the thin scarf and feasted his eyes
on the enticing fruit of her body. “These are far too lovely to hide away,” he
said, sliding his hands under them.
“You
should be resting.”
He
kissed her neck. She smelled of honeysuckle and her warm skin tasted sweet and
salty, like baked bread.
“You
should not overexert yourself,” she said, even as she angled her neck to give
him access. “It’s been four days since the incident. I think you need a bit
more time to recover
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