And the encounter with Leith had not beenallbad.She had enjoyed his kiss and the feeling of his cock, so rigid and hungry, inside of her.It made her a bit breathless to think of now, in fact, how voracious he had seemed for her, although he had tried to hide it.
Beatrice looked at the door for a long while.
She contemplated opening it.
But, in the end, she had no idea what she would say.
Or how they would resolve their impasse.
So she simply went to sleep.
Chapter Fifteen
That night, ThomasBalfour, the Marquess of Leith, barely slept.
No, he spent most of the night, he was sure, looking at that bloody door and wondering what Miss Beatrice Salisbury was doing on the other side.
He worried that, if he fell asleep, she might leave the house and never return, a possibility which terrified him.
At one point, not long after he left her, he heard footsteps go to the room and then, after a time, depart.He was sure, however, that it was just her maid, because he heard her moving around in the room afterwards.
She also had no means of leaving St.James’s, especially with her trunks.
But these thoughts were only the beginning of his problems.
Because on his side of the door, he was in the most vexed, agitated state of his life.
He wanted nothing more than to bed her once more.
His cock was hard and yearning for another round with her magnificent cunt.He despised taking himself in hand, but he was actually forced to do it once before daybreak, such was his physical agitation.
And the thought of her leaving early caused him physical pain.
No, he needed Beatrice Salisbury to stay, and he needed to continue their physical relationship.
She was like a sickness that had gotten into him.It tormented him to feel her on the other side of the wall, to know that she was there, and not be able to reach her.
He was even tortured with visions of doingotherthings with her, a temptation he hadn’t felt in years.
It was the way she had described such acts.
Surely, you’ve had a woman ride you astride?
He had, once or twice, and had found the act deuced unpleasant.
But, for some reason, he imagined it with Beatrice, and it excited him.
Even though he knew only disappointment lay that way.For both of them.
He did not know what to do with a woman astride him.
Furthermore, in their quarrel, she had mortified and affronted him to a degree that he had never before experienced.
He knew, of course, that his friends and other men preferred to bed women in more unruly ways than he did.But he had been equally sure that many were like him.That they wanted to make a clean, hurried business of it, so that they did not have to spend their lives ruled by lust.
But Miss Salisbury had suggested otherwise.
She had suggested that he wasabnormal.
