A quiver shot through her as the stays fell free. “I think myself much more common. Like scotch.”
Tony chuckled, sinking his fingers into her hair, pulling at the pins until the dark brown strands fell streaming over her shoulders. His hands reached around and cupped her breasts, carefully rolling her nipples between his fingers until she moaned. His cock hardened at the sound, throbbing painfully in response.
One hand slid down between her legs, feeling how soft and ready she was, though he’d barely touched her. “When I saw you again, hiding in the wisteria, determined to escape the attentions of Lord Winthrop, I had already decided to make you a most indecent request.”
“Younevermeant to allow Carstairs to have me,” she said.
“Nor anyone else.” His fingers moved against her, listening to the delightful sounds she made. He pressed the length of his cock against her buttocks.
“Why?”
“Because you’remine,” he whispered, turning her face to him.