so flattered," she said in acid tones.
He knew her weakness. She wanted to be pretty, and thought she wasn't. When in fact he thought she was quite the prettiest thing in his memory. With her sun-flecked skin, her round, gorgeous breasts, her long, exquisite legs. Everything about her was pretty.
But he wasn't going to tell her that. He was going to tell her everything that was wrong with her, in hopes of keeping her away.
"I may want you, but if you say no it won't trouble me. We had unfinished business when I left Sussex. Tonight it will be finished, one way or another. Are you game?"
"And if I refuse?"
He hadn't considered that one. "I suppose I can let you down here and you could walk back to Grosvenor Square. I wouldn't recommend it—a woman alone on London streets might be mistaken for a woman of easy virtue. Which, unfortunately, you are not. Come, my sweet darling, take the wager. We can't sit here all night."
She looked at him for another long, contemplative moment. "All right."
He kept his smile hidden. “Come over here and climb on my lap again.”
"We were talking about a kiss and nothing more.”
"No, we were talking about three minutes of kissing and whatever that entails. Surely you don't think I could get into that much trouble in three minutes, do you?"
The blessed girl looked torn. Clearly she had no idea just what he could manage in that period of time. "All right," she said again, and moved across the seal toward him.
It would have been entertaining to make her climb into his lap, but he had a real fear as to what her knee might hit, so he picked her up and placed her there, crossing his legs to provide a cradle for her.
"When do the three minutes start?" she asked, some of her nerves finally showing.
"Now," he said, one hand pulling her head down to his. The other reaching beneath her skirts.
He was ruthless, Charlotte thought dazedly as his mouth covered hers, hot and wet, breathing in her breath, using his tongue with such thoroughness that she started to think it was her favorite part of his body. He leaned back against (he seat, pulling her with him so she half sat, half reclined, the ever-present reminder of his own arousal beneath her bum. His kiss was a reminder of everything she had felt in that small room in Sussex, the emotions, the sheer, blazing passion, even the shame.
And she was lost in it. Lost in him. Just for a moment, just for now, she could have it back, that which she thought was gone for good, and she was done fighting. She felt him slide his hands under her voluminous skirts and she didn't try to stop him. When his fingers slid between her legs she didn't clamp them shut in maidenly modesty, she let him push them apart, touching her in her most private place where she knew she was shamefully wet from his words and his promises, wet and she didn't care. His fingers slid easily amid the moisture, touching the place he'd told her about, the place mat held such power over her body, and she whimpered in response.
He moved his mouth across her cheek, to the soft edge of her hairline, and his tongue was at her ear. "That's right, my precious Charlotte. Don't fight me. You'll like this, I promise you." And he slid one finger inside her, deep.
She arched off his lap, struggling for a moment, but he simply pulled her back against his body, clamping her there, while he replaced one finger with two, as his thumb brushed above.
The feeling was electric, powerful, disturbing. It was one thing when they were both naked in bed, but here in his coach, fully dressed, the driver above and people walking by on the streets, he was touching her so intimately that she wanted to die of shame. And pleasure.
Her hands had been trapped between them, but when he'd shifted her they were free, and she knew she ought to push his hand away, push his body away. He'd lied, he said he was only going to kiss her, and instead he was doing this unspeakable thing to her.
But instead, she put her arms around his neck and brought his mouth down to hers, kissing him back as he rubbed her, slowly, deliciously, his fingers pushing in deep as he brought her to the very edge of rapture, so that