Page 45 of Impassioned
He was almost desperate with wanting to touch her, but not her. He wanted Sabrina. He wanted to do as the tutor suggested—caress her neck, her back, her breasts. His cock, fully aroused now, strained in his smallclothes.
Would it be terrible if he took this woman to bed? Most other men in his position would do it without thought. Furthermore, if Sabrina didn’t want him for more than having a child, would she even care?
“Fuck.”
“Excuse me?” She sounded shocked, which meant he’d said that aloud.
“My apologies. I didn’t mean to say that. Outside of my head anyway. My wife only wants a child,” he blurted as it seemed all his thoughts wanted to break free. “She’s been very clear. Demanding, even. It was quite shocking,” he added in a murmur. But maybe a little arousing too. A commanding woman, especially one’s wife, was a heady thing.
“Then perhaps you should be demanding about what you want. Tell her what you desire.”
The blindfold was suddenly constricting. He wanted to throw it off and see this woman, to differentiate her from Sabrina. “What color is your hair?”
“Dark brown.”
He relaxed slightly. “Your eyes?”
“Er, blue.”
Damn.He’d hoped they would be brown instead of the same color as Sabrina’s.
“If you’re trying to conjure an image of how I look, why not touch me and let your hands inform you?”
The temptation was so great. He clenched his hands into tight fists at his sides lest he reach for her.
She exhaled softly, a sigh of disappointment. “I shall hope you touch your wife instead then. Stroke her and perhaps kiss her skin. Have you done that?” She hesitated a bare moment before adding, “Have you put your mouth on her?” This last question climbed, as if she were also aroused.
“No,” he croaked.
“Then you should. She will likely enjoy your mouth on her breasts, at her sex—”
“Stop.” He couldn’t endure another moment. “You need to leave.”
“Why?”
“Because you should.” His voice was tight, thin, as if he were being relentlessly squeezed.
“I’m not sure I’ve made any progress. You haven’t touched me, and you haven’t said how you plan to seduce your wife. Might I suggest you strip her clothing from her and ply your tongue along her breast—”
“Bloody hell, woman, if you don’t go now, you’re going to have to watch me frig myself.” His hands were already on the buttons of his fall.
“I would like to.” Now, her voice had dropped to an almost guttural level. The sound was as intoxicating as the notion that she wouldwatchhim.
“No.” Though he refused her, his body yearned for him to say yes. He hesitated, his fall half open.
“Please, may I stay?”
He surrendered to his basest needs, barely whispering, “Yes.”
“Show me what you want your wife to do.” It was a soft but devastating command.
Mindless, he freed the last buttons and slid his cock from his smallclothes. Grasping the base, he let his head fall back as blood rushed straight to his prick.
He moved his hand up, slowly at first. Delicious sensation rocketed through him. His muscles tightened as pleasure ignited and built.
Her breathing rasped in the quiet of the room, the sound deepening his arousal. He could imagine her touching herself. Was she? He couldn’t bring himself to ask.
His legs wobbled, and he reached out with his left hand for the bedpost for stability. Otherwise, he feared he might collapse, especially when he came.
