The entire walk down the approach, he kept shooting her uneasy glances.
“Don’t worry,” Jane assured him, “she won’t still be smiling like that when she tells the others.”
“No. Of course not,” Eli said quickly, though his stride was a little easier as he signaled the coachman to bring round her uncle’s carriage.
Jane took Eli’s arm and let him hand her inside.
Seventeen
This couldn’t really be happening. He was in a coach with Jane, alone, on his way to an empty house where he was to pleasure her at their leisure.
When the coachman shut the door behind him, Eli thought his heart might stop in his chest.
“Come here,” he invited her.
It was dim inside, but he could see Jane well enough to tell her eyes had widened.
“Where?”
“On my lap.”
He couldn’t wait until they got back to their bedrooms. He needed to touch her. To know she was really here and willing to have him.
“But what about…?” She jerked her head toward the coachman’s seat out front.
“We’ll keep the window closed and be very quiet. He won’t know.”
Jane stayed in her seat for a long minute. Long enough for him to suffer a keen disappointment. It was too much. He shouldn’t have asked.
Then, with a rustle of her skirts, she crossed the gap.
Eli’s hands were trembling as he caught her by the waist and settled her onto his lap. He couldn’t help it. He was fairly certain he’d had this exact fantasy one evening when he’d been abusing himself.
He pulled her tight, until her hip and buttocks pressed firm against his growing arousal.
“Oh.” She wiggled in surprise, which made him groan. “Is it always hard? I thought it only got that way after a man had been kissing a lady or—”
He started kissing her then, too eager to let her finish her question. There was something unbearably exciting about hearing Jane talk about his cock in that matter-of-fact tone of hers.
She tasted warm and sweet. He was starving for that taste. He slid his tongue between her lips, wishing desperately that it was his cock sliding into her quim. He would keep his promise not to bed her, but his mind was determined to do everything his body couldn’t.
Jane tugged her gloves off and slid a hand into his hair. Her nails grazed his scalp in passing, and it felt like every nerve in his body jolted to life.
“Do that again,” he begged. Not five minutes, and she’d reduced him to this.
“Do what again?”
“With your nails.”
She obliged, and he groaned with pleasure.
“Shhh!” Jane stopped what she was doing and placed a finger over his mouth. “You said you’d be quiet.”
“I was quiet.”
“Youweren’t. You keep making noises. He’ll hear us.”
There was no real danger of the coachman hearing them. Even if Eli made a noise, it wasn’t loud enough to carry outside and then compete with the clacking of the horses’ hooves and the jingling of their harness.
