Normally once he’d had a time between a woman’s thighs, he moved on to someone else. He was selective and careful, but he’d never been with a woman that made him want her again and again. Not like Agatha, where one taste of her and he had a running list of things he wanted to do to her voluptuous curves.
Once the maid left and closed the library door with a resounding boom, he turned to face Agatha.
“Little dove, show me what is in the book.”
She shook her head, her vivid chocolate eyes wide and watching him.
He fought the urge to smile because he didn’t want her to think he was teasing her. “Does this have to do with you wanting to become a mistress?”
Her pink tongue slipped out and slicked across both of her lips, wetting them.
He surpassed a groan and the urge to pick her up and toss her on the table and feast upon her body for hours. Christ, whatwas the matter with him? Perhaps it was her innocence. That was what was so appealing about her. He’d never before bedded a virgin, that could by why he wanted her so much. The fact that she’d been untouched save his mouth and body made him insatiable for him. He could seek his mother’s council on that theory, but he truly didn’t want to inform her of his intense feelings.
That bright-eyed naivety that made him crave her as he did a strong drink or a good night’s sleep.
He reached over and put one of his hands on top of hers and with the other he pried the book away.
Agatha laid her head in her hands, hiding her face against the table’s wooden surface.
He glanced down at the script writing and noted immediately that it was a list. A most interesting list.
Smokehis pipe
Gentleman’s saddle
Part the globes
Bareback
Play backgammon
Side-saddle
“Little dove, what is this list?”
Agatha’s head turned. She stayed laying across her hands, but peered at him. She blew out a breath. “Well, I don’t actually know. I went to visit a friend of Violet’s aunt’s who was a mistress for many years. I asked for some advice and she gave me this list, but I believe she was having a bit of fun at my expense.”
“My sweet Agatha, this is a legitimate list, though her language is creative to say the least. She should have explained it to you.”
She sat upright. “You understand it?” Her brow furrowed and she glanced down at the book. “Violet and I thought we’d deciphered the gentleman’s saddle, but I’m not certain.”
His brows rose. “And?”
“To ride astride a man, in his lap, as it were?” She bit down on her plump bottom lip.
“Precisely.” He glanced back at the list and suppressed a groan. He would be fortunate if he survived this conversation without spilling himself in his trousers. He was already partially hard, as it was. And nothing significant had been said.
Her frown deepened. “This is a carnal cipher and I find myself completely baffled. So then the side-saddle?”
He chuckled. “I’ve not heard it called that, but I suspect it means the position where you are both laying down and the man takes the woman from behind.” He leveled a gaze at her. “Or from the front, that can work too with the right partner.”
Her mouth opened and formed a perfect ‘o.’
He’d need to merely get through the list, then perhaps he could convince her to try a few items.
“Parting the globes does not work with every woman, but I dare say you have the perfect breasts for it.”
She glanced down at her chest, then put a hand up as if to ward off his stare.