“Do ye want me to pick ye up?” he whispered. She felt his arms clasp her more tightly and lift her in the air. And now they were face-to-face, and she pulled the skirt of her dress up a bit and put her legs around him so she could press her ache against his hardening length.
“Is that better?” he asked and his voice was slightly strained.
“Yes,” she said and did what she had been longing to do all morning. She buried both hands into his auburn hair.
And she rocked her pelvis against him very slightly.
“Unhhhh,” he groaned involuntarily.
She watched his face. Her breath hitched in her own chest. It seemed so very ... right to be against him and to be rubbing her throb against his body, his ridge of hardness.
“Unh. I thought ye wanted a ... rest ... when ye yawned.” He was struggling.
She shook her head. No. She kept rocking against him.
“Ye are not tired?”
She shook her head again.
“Ye brought me up here to ... do this?”
She nodded. Was it so very terrible of her to do this? It felt so wonderful.
Just then a loud knock on the door, just behind Alasdair’s back and he jumped and almost dropped her.
“Dr. Andrews?” Through the door came the voice of the butler Andrews.
She put her mouth to his ear and whispered, “You’ve been rescued, Dr. Andrews.” She unwrapped her legs from around him and slid down his body. She stepped away from him and gave him a moment to pull the fall of his trousers away from himself.
“Are you ready?” she mouthed to him. He nodded.
She went to the door and opened it.
“Begging your pardon, Mrs. Andrews.”
“Yes, Andrews?” she said. She could feel that Alasdair had turned around now and was standing behind her.
“Dr. Andrews, so sorry to disturb, but Lady Morpeth has heard that there is a physician here and has requested that you might attend on her.”
“Uh, aye, give me just a moment, Andrews.”
And Alasdair reached over her head and pushed the door closed. When she turned around, he had dropped to his knees in front of her.
“How is this, Mrs. Andrews?” he whispered.
“Now you’re the one who is too short,” she said and leaned down and kissed each of his dimples as he rested his hands on her waist. She ran her fingers through his hair one last time. “I had better let you go, I suppose.”
“I’m sorry to leave ye.”
He stood and she had a thought. She put her hand on his arm and stopped him before he opened the door.
“Don’t let yourself be alone in a room with Juliana,” she said.
He looked confused.
“Lady Colborne. Just promise me you won’t,” she said.
“I promise.”
