“I’m so glad you agree. Shoes?” I had managed to get his fly unzipped and was sliding his jeans down, hooking my fingers into his underwear at the same time, but paused when I realized he was still wearing a pair of brogues.
“Yes, shoes,” he said, gently biting on my earlobe.
“Shoes are so good,” I said, squirming when my skirt sagged and slithered down to the floor with a rustle. Beneath it were a petticoat and bloomers, both of which Dixon handily dealt with.
I shoved his pants down over his hips, too caught up with the overwhelming surge of need topped with a huge dollop of lust to even think about the words that my mouth was babbling. All I knew was that I wanted him, and wanted him right then. Not a second later.
We stumbled our way over to the bed, half tripping over clothing, until I tumbled onto the bed, Dixon pausing only to shuck his shoes, pants, and underwear before joining me. I used the time to hastily fight at the laces of one of my boots. He obliged with the other one, and then we were both naked on the bed together, his body half covering mine as his mouth returned to pepper me with kisses of fire.
“This... To the left a little, please. Yes, right there... This escalated quickly,” I said in between pants.
Dixon lifted his head from where he was once again tormenting my breasts. He froze, confusion and some other emotion filling his face. “It did, didn’t it? Does that make you uncomfortable?”
“I was going to ask you the same thing.” A wee bit of common sense returned to me, or at least if not common sense, then thoughts of what Dixon might be feeling.
He stared at me for a moment. “You mean because of Rose?”
I nodded, feeling more naked than I ever had in my life, the sort of naked that went beyond a mere removal of clothing.
His expression was shuttered.
I didn’t want to press him if he truly wasn’t ready for a physical relationship, but I also didn’t want him thinking that a little sheet tangoing meant we’d be spending the rest of our lives together. “The way I see it is that we’re both adults, neither one of us is in a relationship, and we’re doing, for lack of a better term, a little mutual itch-scratching. That’s all. There’s no commitment on either side.”
“That sounds... reasonable.” His face cleared.
“That’s how I see it, at least.” I slid my hand up his arm. “Not that I intended on doing this at all, because despite what you overheard me saying at the welcomemeeting, I really wasn’t planning on getting involved with anyone. But I like you. I like the way you talk, and you look really good in Edwardian clothing.”
He smiled, and I felt as if my body was bathed in sunshine. “I like you as well. I never know what you’re going to say.”
“I get that from my dad, unfortunately.” I made a little face. “I’m never going to hear the end of it if he hears that after all my protesting we ended up in bed together. If you don’t mind, I’d like to keep it quiet.”
“I have no objection,” he said, dipping his head now to gently nibble on my neck. “I’m not keen on everyone knowing my private business.”
I giggled and slid my hands down his chest to his belly. “I notice you seem to have dropped your personal boundary limit.”
“I do that sometimes.” He waggled his eyebrows, then kissed me again, setting my tingly parts alive with desire. My breasts felt heavy and needy, and I wiggled against him in silent protest.
“What?” he asked after a minute of me tugging at his arms and back.
“Whatwhat?” I asked, my brain wholly focused on the sensations he was stirring within me.
“You’re squirming around like you are uncomfortable. Am I too heavy? Should I move off you?”
I blinked at him a couple of times, trying to process his words. Was he saying he wanted to stop? “Don’t stop. Oh hell, that sounds like I’m begging. Dammit, I don’t care—I’ll beg. Don’t stop. Do more. Much, much more.”
“You are the oddest woman...” The rest of his words were lost when he moved down my body, kissing a path.
My inner bits sent up a cheer when they realized where he was headed, and although I’d never been entirely comfortable with oral sex—while knowing it was foolish toworry whether someone else thought the view was scenic or not—none of those thoughts even broached my mind. Instead I stopped him because I didn’t want to lie around being passive—I had a burning need to touch and taste him.
“My turn!” I said loudly, and pushed him over onto his back. “Dear god, you’re gorgeous. Just look at you! Your chest is awesome, and you have muscles, but notmuscles,and you’re not so hairy that I want to break out a razor, and your legs are really nice, too.”
“Not as nice as yours,” he said, doing some sort of wrestling move that ended up with me on my back and him over me again. “Your legs, that is. You don’t have any hair that I see, other than your... er...”
“Tingle-bits is what I’m calling them now,” I said, breathless, and bit his shoulder before shoving him again and following him so that I straddled his hips. “Stay put, will you?”
“But I want to give you pleasure,” he said, his hands instantly taking hold of my breasts.
“Oh, you’re already doing that. You’re not giving me time to do the same.”
