Page 32 of Indecent
“What about my personality indicates I can’t?”
“I don’t know. I suppose I think of a fairy being delicate and sweet. Not that you aren’t sweet. I would describe you as forthright and strong.”
“I would argue that a fairy can be whatever she wants.”
He slid his hands up her calf, his fingertips caressing her through the cotton of her stockings. “That is a very fine argument. I would agree thatyou, my lovely fairy, can definitely be whatever you want.”
He found the top of her stocking and untied the ribbon before pulling it from her leg. She nearly moaned with the need for him to put his hands back on her. Thankfully, he only transferred them to the other leg, performing the same arousing ministrations he had on the first one.
Prudence slid from the bed as he stood before her.
“Where are you going?” he asked.
“Taking the dress off.” She untied it, loosening the fabric around her middle and pushed it to the floor.
He bent and slid it toward the post at the foot of the bed. “I’ll just move it aside. Don’t want to step on it.”
“How considerate of you.” She looked at all the clothes he was wearing compared to her standing before him in her underthings. Reaching for the buttons of his waistcoat, she hesitated.
“You can unfasten this. In fact, you can do whatever you like to me.”
She wished she knew what that could be.
“Just follow your instincts,” he said, again seeming to be inside her head.
“Are you somehow able to see my thoughts?”
He laughed. “You are typically rather difficult to read, but now, in this, you are not. I’m rather enjoying it, to be honest.”
She didn’t like that she was so transparent, but it was helpful in this situation. Furthermore, she didn’t want to hide from him—or from herself—tonight. “I shall have to work on maintaining an aura of mystery.” She unbuttoned his waistcoat.
Bennet slipped the garment off and, as with his coat, let it slide to the floor.
Next, Prudence pulled at his simply knotted cravat. “Thank goodness this isn’t some elaborate knot, although it’s still rather elegant.”
“Thank you. I work hard to achieve just that—simple elegance. I’m afraid my lack of a valet doesn’t allow for much else.”
“Which is why I nearly always wear gowns that fasten in the front. My lack of a maid doesn’t permit anything more complicated. Honestly, I would hate to have to wait for assistance to dress or undress.” She slid the silk from his neck.
His eyes briefly closed. “It’s astonishing how something so simple can feel so deliriously naughty.”
Prudence thought she knew what he meant. When he’d unfastened her gown, something had happened to her—a frisson of awareness that danced across her flesh, that had teased her breasts into a state of arousal. She’d never experienced such a thing. Would he touch them? She longed for him to do so, but wasn’t sure she possessed enough courage to ask.
Of course she did. She was a bold fairy, wasn’t she?
He continued, “I confess that having someone dress you, particularly for an important event that requires complexity and an excess of style, is rather intoxicating.”
“I’ll have to take your word for it since it’s an extravagance I shall never experience.”
“Never say never.” He leaned down to kiss her, his hands settling on her shoulders before his fingers slid beneath the straps of her petticoat.
Yes, this undressing business was incredibly enticing. He gently pushed the straps from her shoulders, then worked the garment down her hips as she wriggled to help him.
He groaned, surprising her.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
“Nothing at all. Promise me you’ll move just like that shortly.” His hands moved to her backside, bringing her flush against him.
