Seeing her so utterly uninhibited intrigued him. It was very good that no one else was about, however. She’d be more than properly embarrassed when she sobered up.
“What have you decided, Maggie?” he asked indulgently.
“I have decided that I am tired of always being proper. I am tired of living my life to please those around me. I am tired of doing what is expected. I have decided, Sebastian.” She licked her lips and met his gaze meaningfully. “That I have changed my mind.”
“Changed your mind about what?” She was rather adorable when she was foxed. And sexy as hell, with her hair halfway down her back and her dress having ridden up her thighs revealing more than an appropriate length of white, creamy skin.
“About doing the proper thing,” she explained. “You told me that I would change my mind about making love with you, and you were right.I do want you!And not just once and not just in the fashion of a married couple. I want you to make love to me the way you would to a mistress, like the drawings in those picture books that are always hidden in libraries: backward, forward, and upside down. With our mouths, our hands, and everything else. I have changed my mind about lying with you. You are the most beautiful man I have ever known, and itisgood, You and me—the desire that dances between us. I want it. I want more. I want all of it. Please, Sebastian, won’t you make love to me?”
Sebastian froze. It was what he had wanted all along but not this way. She was more than a little jug bitten. She was also feeling rejected and lonely and undesirable.
His cock stirred. One might deem it quite considerate of him to remove all of these misconceptions. He could easily prove to her that she was quite the opposite—that she was beautiful and enticing and… quite, quite lovable.
He did not think he’d ever desired another woman as much. He would show her—
Sebastian chastised himself attempting to rationalize any of this. She would regret it. And then she would hate him, and worse, she’d likely hate herself.
Ignoring the fact that most of his blood had traveled in a distinctly southerly direction, Sebastian removed the glass from her fingers. As he did so, she trailed them along his arm, until her drink was out of reach.
“You don’t know what you are saying, Maggie.” His voice emerged sounding gruff.
“Oh, but I do.” She removed a pin from her hair and held it out to him. “Would you like this, to keep with the others?” Another strand of hair fell to caress her cheek and curl at the base of her neck.
He stared into her eyes. He had kept her hairpins, oddly enough.
What kind of a man would he be if he took advantage of her like this? He swallowed hard because in that moment, he wanted to be the kind of man who would do just that.
“How much have you had to drink? Let’s return you to your chamber, shall we?” He would do the gentlemanly thing today.
She pushed herself to her knees and crawled to him along the cushions of the settee. “I don’t want to go to my chamber.” She tugged her gown upward and then swung one leg over to sit on his lap, straddling him. Everything about her felt so damn good.
“I don’t want to be proper anymore, Sebastian.” God help him. Her hands settled around his neck and she began threading her fingers through the hair at his nape.
She circled her hips over his trousers, his erection straining against the fabric.
“Maggie.” He groaned her name. “Not like this. You’ll regret it.”
She leaned forward and flicked her tongue in the shell of his ear. Instinctively, Sebastian found himself cupping her breast in one hand and squeezing her buttock with the other.
“I have been thinking about doing this all afternoon,” she murmured. “I simply needed a little courage. I wanted to find you and tell you that I changed my mind.” The velvet warmth of her tongue dipped into his ear. “But you came to me instead.”
She nibbled at the sensitive flesh and then trailed her mouth around his jaw.
“Maggie,” he groaned again, thrusting himself upward, seeking her heat.
“Let’s do this properly, this time, shall we?” Her hands worked at the fasteners of his trousers. He thought he’d died and gone to heaven when soft warm hands wrapped deliciously around his cock.
“Maggie.”
She rose up on her knees, placing him at her entrance.
Sebastian gritted his teeth. “Maggie.”
So soft, so damned soft and wet and welcoming. She moved her hips forward and then back, spreading her desire along his shaft, teasing him.
She wanted him. She’d said she’d decided she wanted to do this before she’d had her sherry.
He gripped her waist and thrust his hips up and inside.
