Something Scandalous

“What are you going to do when you find her?” the woman asked.

“Apologize and beg her forgiveness for my dreadful behavior. Make her understand that what she did has nothing to do with her mother. And ask her to be my wife.”

Elizabeth had heard more than enough. She did not need groveling, especially when she was the one at fault, not him. Lifting her hands, she trailed her fingers up his arm.

He caught her right arm and stared at the small mole just above her elbow. “Elizabeth?”

He could not have realized it was her based on a mole. Elizabeth was the name he’d wanted to call her. “That is my name for tonight.”

His eyes stared at her as if he was seeing her for the first time. “I have decided to stay.”

“What?”

“I want you to seduce me.” His head moved toward her ear and he whispered what he wanted her to do.

Why was he staying? Somerton had told her that once Will figured out that he truly wanted to be with her, he would leave. Not stay and make love to her. Or rather, she make love to him.

If she backed out of this now, he would know it was her.

“What are you waiting for?” He pulled off his jacket and threw it towards the chair.

“I thought you wanted to go beg for her forgiveness.”

His eyes narrowed on her. “I decided I would rather stay here for awhile longer.”

It suddenly occurred to her that he knew. He must have noticed the mole on her arm was heart-shaped before today. He was playing with her. And she wanted to play along.

“As you wish,” she said. She reached for his linen shirt and pulled it out of his trousers.

“Allow me,” he said, whisking the garment over his head.

She moved her hands to the buttons on his trousers. Quickly they fell to his knees, stuck there by his boots. He carefully walked backwards until he found the bed. He sat on the edge and waited.

“The boots are next,” he said.

She moved to his feet, yanked on the boots, and then tossed them aside. Full naked, he stood back up. His erection rose proudly from the patch of curling hair.

“What are you waiting for?” he asked.

Remembering what he had requested she do, Elizabeth knelt down and skimmed her fingernails up the length of his shaft. She brought the tip of him to her mouth and let her tongue glide across him. Hearing his moan, she brought him into her mouth. Sliding down the length of him, she heard him hiss.

She brought her fingernails down the hard muscles of his buttocks and then moved to his thighs. The sound of his groans increased as she moved along his length. Moisture pooled between her folds as desire raced along her veins. She wanted him now.

As if he sensed her yearning, he pushed her away and led her to the bed. Still wearing her gown, she laid back against the pillows. He covered her body with his own and he brought her hands over her head. Quickly, he bound her hands with a cloth attached to the bed. The silky fabric rubbed against her wrists.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“Don’t tell me you haven’t been tied to the bed before.”

“No,” she whispered.

His mouth moved to the base of her neck. “How is that possible?” he asked between kisses.

“I haven’t been here long,” she panted as his lips trailed down her chest.

“I never would have guessed,” he said.

Her breasts rubbed against him as she arched her back to be closer to him. With excruciating slowness, he slid the V of her neckline apart until it would go no more. He smiled down at her and ripped the fabric, exposing her nipples to his gaze.