Page 23 of Separated from My Love
Chapter9
Irony was findinghimself in the precise bedchamber he normally used, but in his own time a century in the past. Alys must have remembered that tiny detail. How, Trenton wasn’t sure… She hadn’t exactly been around much before his wedding to her sister. She’d said she had a photographic memory though, and Regina hadn’t mentioned that before. He supposed there was no reason for it. Alys’s ability must’ve come in handy when she was going to school to become adoctor.
Dinner had been long and drawn out. James had sat at the head of the table brooding for most of it. He’d been leery of Trenton and Genevieve, but acquiesced once Alys explained why they were there. The man probably thought they were going to steal his wife away from him and take her back to the future. He couldn’t say for sure what was going on in the duke’s mind, but James kept flashing him wary looks most of the evening. Several times Trenton had almost opened his mouth to reassure him, but thought better of it. James would realize in time that Alys wasn’t goinganywhere.
Alys, for her part, had peppered him with question after question about the future. She wanted to know if Regina was having a boy or a girl—he had no clue. He’d never bothered to ask. That probably made him a rotten uncle-to-be, but he’d had other priorities. He’d make it up to Regina and Bradford when they returned. There wouldn’t be a more doting uncle than him. It didn’t matter that, technically, he’d be the solitary uncle around to spoilthebaby.
He’d met Elizabeth and found her an eerie four-year-old. It was like looking into the eyes of an old woman in a toddler’s body. It was—unnerving. Perhaps that was her ability in itself. She had an old soul, and it allowed her to see things others didn’t. Maybe it would become clearer later, or it could be they’d never find out. The twins were still babies and there wasn’t much to tell about them. They were both cute, he supposed. Babies were all the same to him, but he did the obligatory thing and cooed over them like they were the most beautiful things he’d ever laid eyes on. He’d been grateful to escape to his room and unwind. The one thing that would have made it all better is if he’d been sharing it with Genevieve. He wasn’t even sure where Alys had put her in the mausoleum that was WestonManor.
A soft knock at his door brought him out of his thoughts and back to reality. He sent up a silent prayer that it wasn’t Alys again. How many more questions could she possibly have? He moved toward the door and then pulled it open. He was pleasantly surprised to find Genevieve on the other side. She was in her night clothes and pulled her wrapper tight as she fidgeted in the hall. “To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?” heasked.
“Are you going to invite me in?” She looked up and down the hallway. “You know how scandalous this is in the nineteenth century. I don’t want to start any drama before weleave.”
He swung out his arm and gestured for her to enter. “By all means, come inside my den of iniquity.” She laughed as she brushed past him and then pulled himinside.
“Quick, shutthedoor.”
Trenton was confused. Was she playing games with him? Why did she want to be in his room? There wasn’t anything else for them to discuss was there? Perhaps she was nervous about going through the mirror. He shut the door with a softclickand then turned tofaceher.
“Took you long enough,”shesaid.
She undid her wrapper and let it drop to the floor. His mouth fell open and he stood shocked into silence for several heartbeats. She had the most indecent thing he’d ever seen underneath it. Where had she found such a contraption? It was sheer silk that left little to the imagination. Even though it covered her from her chest down to her ankles he could see every inch of her. The dark curls between her thighs, to the swell of her hips, and her rosy nipples that were hardening under hisperusal.
Trenton swallowed down a lump in his throat. His whole body hardened to the point of pain. His dick throbbed against the borrowed breaches the duke had given him for the journey. He barely resisted the urge to adjust himself. Before he leapt at her, he had to make sure she wanted him too. Maybe this was some kind of trick or punishment… God, he hoped not. He itched to run his hands all over her and taste every inch of her in theprocess.
“Eve…” He took a step toward her. “Where did you find that gown, and please tell me you have more hiddensomewhere.”
“You like it?” Her lips tilted up into a wanton smile. She brought her hand to her breast and ran her fingers over her nipple. “It feels decadent onmyskin.”
She was a temptress, and he was her willing slave. Trenton was about to drop to his knees and beg her to allow him to touch her. He wanted to put his mouth on the very spot her fingers hadtravelledover.
“Sweetheart,” Trenton croaked out. “What do you expect to gain outofthis?”
“Isn’t itobvious?”
He thought so, but he had to be sure. If he was wrong and set them back… “I need you tosayit.”
“Make love to me,” she said on bated breath. “Ineedyou.”
That was all he needed to hear. He two long strides and was at her side, pulling her into his arms. Trenton leaned down and placed his lips on hers. She opened to him willingly and met the thrust of his tongue with equal vigor. They did a dance of sorts for several moments before he couldn’t take any more. Trenton had to touch her and bring her as much pleasure as possible. He reached down and lifted the edge of the gown to bring it up over her hips. Her skin was softer than the silk of the gown and more alluring. He rested his hand on her hip, holding the gown inplace.
Trenton lifted his head and gazed into her eyes. “I’ve missed you so much,” he whispered. Then he leaned down and kissed her cheeks and trailed kisses down her face, neck, and shoulders. He pushed the gown down around her breasts and kissed her rosy nipples. Genevieve moaned as he swirled his tongue over one of the tight buds. He kept his one hand on her hip as he brought his other down to the juncture between her thighs. He found her damp curls with one of his fingers and stroked her sensitive flesh. She moaned louder with eachstroke.
“Yes,” she said. “Ineedmore.”
“Anything for you, love,” he said. He continued stroking her as he sucked on her nipples. She squirmed in his arms, but he kept her in place. She wanted pleasure and he’d give it to her, but she had to stay in one place while he brought her to release. Her thighs tightened around his hand, but he didn’t stop moving his fingers against her slickcleft.
“I’m so close…” Her head dropped back as a loud moanescaped.
“Yes,” he said. “That’s it. Come forme,baby.”
Genevieve went limp in his arms. He pushed the gown all the way off of her and carried her over to the bed. He set her down and pulled off his shirt. He left his breeches on. When the time was right he’d remove them, but he wanted this to be all about her for now. His pleasure wouldcomelast.
“What are you doing?” she asked. “Ineedyou.”
Trenton had been dreaming of this moment for so long, and he wanted to take a moment and savor it. There was a time he had believed he’d never have her in his arms everagain.
“And you’ll have me,” he said. This moment was something he wanted to cherish. It was almost hard for him to believe it was real. “But first I need totasteyou.”
