He was kissing her face. “Oh, Caro, aren’t you lovely, darling, to do that for me, but that wasn’t what I meant at all—”
She pulled away from him. “What do you mean it isn’t what you meant? It’s what you said. My t-t-tongue on your cock.”
He blushed a deep dark red. “Yes, I said it because I do think about it, but I didn’t mean right now. Not when there’s so much unsettled between us. I would rather have you talk to me.”
She stared at him. He would rather have her talk to him than have her mouth on his cock.
“Darling, I long to hear what you have to say. Oh, no, please don’t go silent on me, Caro.”
“Was I doing it wrong?”
“What, Caro?” He seemed to realize then what she meant and shuddered just a bit. “Oh, no, no, not at all, what you were doing was extremely arousing, I mean feel me, feel how hard I am.”
She put her hand back on his cock and it was indeed a shaft of stone. She moved her hand up and down and he groaned, but he took her hand off him again. He began to attempt to button up his fall.
“I am quite serious about this, Caro, I want you to talk to me.”
“I want to get out of the m-m-mud and go back to the house and take a bath.”
“I know you do, darling, but I am so afraid if I let you get up, you’re going to stop talking to me. Let’s stay in the mud and talk.”
“I promise I won’t stop talking to you. Please, Phineas, let me up.”
“So, if I let you get up, you promise to keep talking?”
“Yes.”
“And,” a mischievous smile, a twinkle in his eyes, “we should bathe together.”
“Together?” She had never heard of such a thing. What would Jones think?
“I would like to sponge the mud off you, darling. After all, it’s my fault you're such a mess.”
“All right.” She went to get up and he pushed her down.
His voice was stern. “I’m going to need to hear longer answers than that, Caro, to be sure you’re going to do what you say.”
She sighed. “Fine. Yes, we will bathe together and scandalize my poor lady’s maid. And I will talk in long sentences even though I can make myself perfectly clear to you in short ones.”
“Saysentencesagain.”
“Thententheth.”
He kissed her then. A hard, deep, devouring kiss. One that left her gasping as he stood and reached his hand down to help her up.
Lavinia yelped and got to her feet on her own.
Twenty-Nine
His wife kept her word. He heard her say to her lady’s maid, “My huthband wantth to bathe with me, Joneth.”
She shut the door on Jones and faced Phineas. He grinned. They were in her bathroom. Her choice. It was fine with him. After all, he wanted her to be comfortable.
He started taking off his muddy tailcoat.
“Thtop,” she said.
“People usually take their clothes off when they bathe, darling.”
