The truth was she couldn’t afford to worry about such matters. Whether or not her heart was broken at the end of their tryst didn’t change anything about where she was right now. He was providing her with skills she’d need to know if she wanted to take control of her future. This was the only way she could claim any power over her life. And it didn’t matter that the thought of another man touching her the way Sebastian did made her want to run away to a nunnery.
She’d have to rely on the things that Felicity shared with her. Presumably, Agatha would be able to fall a little in love with every many she made an arrangement with. It certainly hadn’t been hard to fall for Sebastian.
She could do this. In the meantime she would enjoy the things that Sebastian could teach her about her body and about men’s bodies. She would absorb that and all the pleasure he brought her because there was no guarantee that any other man could illicit such feelings in her.
His big palm cupping her breast broke her out of her thoughts. She arched into his touch. His lips left hers and trailed down her throat until he reached the cleavage peeking at the top of her gown. He nibbled on the tender flesh here.
“How do you want me to take you first?”
She cleared her throat and tried to concentrate on his words enough so that she could answer him. It was challenging though because his mouth anywhere on her body made her brain lose focus. “I think I’d like to try the position you mentioned in the theatre.”
“You want me to bend you over something and take you from behind? Is that what you want, little dove?”
His words painted a vivid picture in her mind and she whimpered. “Yes.”
“I should like to do that very much. Grip onto these wide hips.” He did so then with her still on his lap, his fingertips digging into her dress-covered flesh. “I believe I’d like that view. Watching your plump arse jiggle as I push in and out of you.”
The carriage rolled to a stop and he assisted her down from the rig. His townhome was large and not all that far from Violet’s.
“Do you live here alone?” she found herself asking.
“My brother and I share the home. He has one wing and I have the other. That way we don’t get in each other’s way. We keep very different hours. My job keeps me up at all hours of the night, while Spencer, being an artist, prefers to work during the daytime so he can make usage of the lighting from the sun.”
“He’s an artist?”
“Indeed. A member of the Pre-Raphaelite brotherhood. We’re very different to have shared a womb.”
She laughed at his jest. He led her through the front door and into a room off the pain corridor.
“This is my study.” His hand gripped the thick arousal still visibly pressed against the front of his trousers. He glanced around the room. “I’m trying to decide if I shall bend you over my desk or that settee.” He nodded to the brocade settee near the bookshelf. It would be a good height, she thought.
“But first, I want you completely undressed. I want to see every creamy inch of you bared to me.” He approached her and spun her around to face away from him. His tongue clicked against his teeth. “Always with the buttons.”
Her face heated and pleasure swarmed her. Admittedly she’d selected this very dress because of all the buttons along her spine—from neck to waist—a tight line of tiny pearled fastenings.Her breath grew more rapid with each one he slipped from its confines.
15
This woman and her rows of tiny buttons would be the death of him. Normally he was quite patient, but with Agatha, he found himself wanting to get her naked and keep her that way so he could rut her anytime then need took hold. Which he knew would be often. What was it about this woman that had him so twisted into knots?
Perhaps it was her innocence with all things carnal. She was a proverbial blank slate. He’d avoided virginal women his entire life, assuming they’d be tedious in bed, simpering and tearful. But Agatha was wide-eyed and passionate and held an adventurous spirit that matched his own.
He was half tempted to make her his own mistress. Be damned about this plan of hers. He had plenty of money to keep her clothed in pretty gowns. Then he could slake his need for her.
His slid her current gown off her shoulders, then methodically unlaced her corset, removed her chemise and drawers. He left her garters and stockings because the sight of her wearing only that stole his breath. Her wide hips accentedthe dip of her waist. And the rounded plumpness of her arse made him want to fall to knees and bite into that perfect flesh.
Instead he ran a single finger down from the back of her neck all the way to the top of her crease.
“Where to take you. Christ, Buttons, you look perfect standing there like that.”
She glanced over her shoulder at him, all dark hair and pale skin with those vibrant green eyes staring back at him. He needed inside her now. His patience was gone.
He tore off his jacket and tossed it onto one of the chairs, then unbuttoned his shirt. He removed that as well, but only bothered unfastening his trousers before he led her to the desk and bent her over, pressing her breasts and face to the polished mahogany surface.
His cock was already weeping for her and he slid his hand up his length.
“Spread your legs, Agatha.” He ran his cock through her slick folds, wetting himself on her arousal. She arched her back and pushed back towards him. He continued to move himself through her folds, not breaching her entrance just yet. The sight of her puckered hole made his teeth clench. He rubbed a thumb over that part of her and she stilled.
“Men will want to take you here. They’ll try because it’s so tight and there’s no worry about pregnancy” He’d seen too many of the women that were in his mom’s employ get injuries because the man didn’t take the time to properly ready her. He chose to not identify the motives of why he’d warned Agatha from such a thing. “Don’t let them. Do you hear me?”