Catriona gasped and tugged on his lace sleeve. "I didn't mean it that way, my lord. I just meant...."
The odalisque finally saw him and their eyes locked from across the room. Without a moment's hesitation she stepped forward, her hips swaying most invitingly, calling to his straining body.
"Tell her to go away," the countess hissed. "I'm not sharing you tonight."
"You tell her to go away and see what she says."
He followed her with a hungry gaze as she came closer. His gut wrenched uncomfortably. What was she doing at a party such as this, dressed like that? For whom was she playing the vixen?
Catriona squished herself closer to him, but he kept his gaze focused on her. She hardly blinked and he was suddenly very intrigued by the confidence he saw shining in those beautiful, kohl-lined eyes.
"Go away," Catriona hissed, before draping herself on his chest. "Can't you see we're busy? You're not wanted here."
His lovely odalisque glanced at Catriona before returning her heated brown gaze to him. "Is that true, my lord?" she said, her voice laced with sensuality. "I am not wanted?"
Good God, he thought, swallowing hard as he hungrily raked his eyes over her voluptuous form. Not wanted? He wanted nothing more than to tear the chiffon from her body and bare her beautiful heart-shaped bottom to his gaze and his hands. Then, he thought feverishly, he'd free her breasts and suck them until she begged him to fill her with his cock--a cock that was growing bigger with each passing second.
"My lord?" she asked again, and he could see her red-painted mouth pout beneath the veil. "You do not want me?"
"Do you know what you're about?" he asked, freeing himself from Catriona's cloying embrace. "Do you know what you're letting yourself in for by choosing me out of all the men who are clamoring for your attention?"
"I do," she whispered.
"I am a half-breed, madam. My blood is tainted and I have lived a sordid life. I have not always acted with honor. Now are you certain you wish to choose me?"
"The only person I want is you, Gavin."
He picked her up then and swung her into his arms, ignoring the stamping of Catriona's silk slipper against the marble floor. Before he could think of what he was doing he was climbing the stairs in search of an empty bedroom. He had to have her. Now.
"You do realize that you've just given up your chance to find yourself a husband."
"I have?"
"You have."
"Do you know who I am?" she asked.
He heard the brief flicker of hesitation in her voice before she tried to mask it. His eyes darted to the lapis bracelet and inwardly he grinned. He didn't need to see his gift encircling her wrist to know whom he held in his arms. "I do."
"Who am I?"
He flung open the first door he found unlocked and placed her in the middle of the bed. He returned to the door and locked it, all the time ruthlessly untying his cravat and the buttons of his waistcoat. He flung his frock coat onto the floor and kicked off his shoes as she watched him with those unbelievably beautiful eyes.
Her gaze followed his shirt as it landed on the floor, followed by his breeches. He tossed his cravat on the bed and waited for her to look up at him. Their gazes locked and with a grin he put his knee on the bed and captured her chin in his hand.
"Good evening, Lady Jane Westbury."
"Gavin," she cried, flinging her arms around his neck.
"Jane," he groaned, pulling the veil from her face and ravishing her mouth with his. He was kissing her like a starving man. He couldn't keep his hands off her and more importantly--he didn't want to.
Pulling the ties that secured her beaded top, he freed her breasts and captured them in his palms. She moaned and arched forward, filling his hands with hardened nipples. The silky material of her skirt grazed his knee, reminding him of the barrier that was still between them.
Sliding his hand down her belly, his finger grazed something cool and sharp. He pulled away and glanced down between their heaving bodies. When he looked up he knew he was grinning like a first class rake.
"You did this for me?"
She nodded and ran her finger down the jade ring that pierced her belly. "It reminded me of your eyes."
"God, Jane," he groaned. "Your navel was a distraction to me before, but do you know what the sight of it does to me now?"
"Arouses you, I hope."
He glanced down at his throbbing erection and then back up at her. "There's no hiding my arousal."
She smiled a secret, womanly smile and stroked her finger along the length of him. "Lay back, my lord," she whispered, pushing him down and straddling his legs. She reached for his hands, letting her breasts graze his chest. He chuckled deep in his throat and nipped at her pert nipples when they were level with his mouth. "My, Lady Jane, what fabulous breasts you have."
He tried to move his hand and bring her breast to his mouth so he could tease her with his lips, but it was frozen, stuck to the bed. He glanced up and saw that one wrist was already shackled to the bed with his lace cravat. He looked to the other side to see her securing the other with his stocking.
"What is the meaning of this, Jane?" he asked, trying to twist himself free. "How do you expect me to get my hands on you, now?"
"Let me arouse you with my mouth, my lord." She smiled wickedly.
His cock leapt and she grasped it in her hand. Her tongue came out and stroked the length of him and he nearly went off right there. She looked utterly exotic and seductive peering up from his cock with her lined eyes and the jade and pearl headpiece that came down the middle of her hair and dangled provocatively on her brow. Their eyes met, and she held his gaze as she swirled her tongue along the head of his erection. Then she smiled and took the whole length of him into her mouth.
"Jesus, Jane," he swore as he fisted his hands. "You look so damn beautiful."
"Do I?" she purred between flicks of her tongue.
"God yes," he groaned, feeling his climax upon him.
"I'll be anything you want," she said huskily as he met his eyes again. "I'll do anything you ask of me, if you will make me one promise."
He groaned as she began to pump him with her hand. He jutted his hips forward, begging her to stroke him faster. "Promise me, Gavin."
He thrust his length into her mouth and groaned. "God yes, Jane, take me into your mouth. Suck me, Jane. Show me how much you want this--want me."
She played with him and brought him to the pinnacle of ecstasy, had him teetering just on the edge of coming most magnificently when she pulled away, letting him slide inch by excruciating inch out of her wet mouth.
"Jane," he begged, not caring how he sounded. "I have to come. I need to come."
"Soon," she said, kissing his belly.
"No, now, Jane," he cried, twisting his hands, trying to free himself from his lace bonds.
"Your promise," she murmured as she sat up and grasped her breasts between her hands. His mouth went dry has he watched her stroke her breasts before him. His eyes travelled down the length of her, to the intriguing jade stone that dangled in her navel and the Sanskrit words that circled her luscious belly.
Bringing her finger to her mouth, she wet it and brought it to her nipple, hardening it further. Damn her, he was going to make her pay for this. Good God, what was she about? Was this Jane, shy, little Jane? His Jane?
"Well?" she asked, resting back on her heels as she slid her hands down her breasts, past her belly to skim, every so slightly on her sex before gliding down her thighs where she raised the hem of her skirt and slowly parted her thighs.
He waited, the roaring of his blood in his ears the only thing he could hear. His heart was pounding, his mind racing as he waited with hungry eyes for her to reveal her pink silk.
"Gavin," she crooned, inching the fabric up until he could see a dark shadow between her legs. "Will you promise me one thing?"
He couldn't talk, could barely even move. Lord he just wanted a glimpse. A tiny look to steady his
raging lust. A glimpse of her to sate his overwrought nerves. She was Siren, an houri. His body was on fire for her, for just a glimpse of the honey between her thighs.
She took her finger and circled her belly, making the jade stone dangle. He watched as she lovingly traced each word that he'd written around her navel. She met his eyes. "Will you promise to read this to me?"
Oh God, he couldn't promise her a damn thing. And yet he so desperately wanted to. He was on fire for her. He wanted to be the man she wanted, and yet he wasn't sure of himself.
"Let me free," he gritted out, testing the lace that bound his wrists to the headboard. "I want my hands on you. You want my hands on you."
"True." She smiled. "But perhaps you'd care to see my hands on me."
He choked then. Truly to God he thought he'd disgrace himself. What the hell had happened to her? Had she imbibed too much alcohol? Had he been poisoned to be this sexually frenzied? God, he was worked up.
"I missed you this morning," she said teasingly as her hands slid up her thighs and over to where her mound was hidden from him.
"Untie me and I will give you more pleasure than you ever knew was possible, Jane."
She closed her eyes and parted her mouth as her finger stroked through the fabric. God help him, he had to look. Had to glance down to see how she straddled his thighs, he could feel the wetness from her body seeping onto his skin. His cock was painfully hard and he was tied, God damn it, to the bed like a caged beast with a prime bit of beef out of its reach.
"I thought about you all afternoon," she whispered, then met his gaze while she stroked his throbbing erection.
"Jane," he gritted his teeth to stop himself from crying out. "I have to come. I need your hand, your mouth, your beautiful quim around me. Something," he pleaded, feeling like he was ready to explode.
And then he felt the softness of her skirt float about his thighs and he looked down, over his erect cock and straight at the sight he'd been dying for.
"Well?" she smiled seductively. "All for your pleasure, for the cost of a promise."
He tossed his head back on the mattress and forced what he had just seen from his mind. She'd shaved her quim--just for him. He'd always dreamed of having a woman who indulged in the eastern tradition. He'd always fantasized about watching his cock slide in and out of a shaven quim. Lord, he'd never been so hot for a woman in his life. He was burning for Jane, and if she didn't give him what he wanted, he'd end up nothing but ash.
"Maya says that all the Indian women do it. It's supposed to be for the man's pleasure, but do you know what I think," she purred, parting her swollen sex and letting him watch as she expertly pleasured herself. "I think it's so I can watch your beautiful mouth on me."
"And do you know what I think," he said, breaking free of his bonds and reaching for her. "I'm going to tease you as mercilessly as you've done to me."
Jane gasped as Gavin pushed her back and slid his body down atop hers. He nipped her belly, which was still tender from the piercing before he moved lower. She moaned when he settled his mouth on her.
"Look at you. God, you're beautiful," he whispered, nuzzling her sex and parting her with his fingers before flicking his tongue against the swollen bud. "Why, Jane?"
"Because I wanted to please you."
He looked up at her, eyes filled with emotion, and possibly fear. "Why have you come here tonight?"
She could no longer hold back. Her love and desire was spinning out of control. "Because I want you."
"For how long, Jane?"
"Forever."
"Jane," he whispered sliding up her belly and tracing the words he'd written on her flesh. "Will you be anything I want if I give you this promise you claim to want so badly?"
"Yes," she panted as he filled her slowly. It had been torture teasing him and waiting to feel his hardness inside her.
"Will you be my lover, Jane?"
Her heart raced and she nodded. "Yes."
"Will you let me look at you whenever I wish? Will you come to me naked and confident?"
"Y-y-yes," she stammered, feeling her passion begin to crest with each of his strokes.
"Will you be my wife?"
"Yes," she cried, clasping his face in her hands.
"The mother of my children?"
Tears streamed down her face and she nodded, arching her back allowing him to stroke her deeper.
"Will you be the person who loves me forever, Jane? Who keeps the coldness away and makes me forget the person I have been?"
"Yes."
"Will you never become ashamed that you have given yourself to someone like me, Jane? Will you never regret marrying me or bearing my children?"
"Gavin, I could never be ashamed of you or our children. I want this to happen. I want you."
He nuzzled the hollow beneath her ear. "Will you be the one person I want more than anything?"
She raised her head and peered into his eyes. He stilled inside her and traced her painted lips with fingers that trembled. "Who is it you want, Gavin?" she said more breathlessly than she had wanted.
He smiled and filled her once more. "The woman I love," he whispered. "Lady Jane Westbury."
"Oh, Gavin, I love you so," she cried bringing him closer to her.
Raising himself up, he cupped Jane's bottom in his hands and brought her legs around his waist, stroking her slowly, watching as her body took him in and loved him. Looking up from their joined bodies, he reached out and placed his finger on her belly, tracing each word as he read them aloud. "I never knew love till I met you, or pain until I knew I must leave you. I will love you for all time and I only wish I wasn't afraid to tell you." She clutched him tightly to her, her tears streaming down her cheeks and running on to his. "That is what is written on my most favorite part of you, Jane. Those words are the piece of me I hoped you'd carry forever."
"Oh, Gavin, I'll do anything to make you happy, I'll be anything--anyone."
"Jane, all I want is the woman who smiled at me and captured my heart. I only want you, Jane."
"Not the odalisque?" she teased.
"Perhaps from time to time." He grinned, rolling off of her and pulling her down on top of him. "But not tonight. Tonight I want Lady Jane Westbury, soon to be Lady Jane Grayson."
"Just Plain Jane?" she teased kissing his throat and then his neck.
"Never plain, Jane," he said, grasping her bottom in his hands. "You've always been beautiful to me, and now, if you will cease teasing me, I'd like to make love to my future wife."
"She would like that."
"Would she?" he laughed, playfully slapping her bottom. "Well then, let me get on with the duties of a husband."
"She would like that very much."
"As would he," he groaned, taking her lips in his and loving her with such fierceness she would never again question her ability to entice and enrapture. For he was firmly enticed and perfectly enraptured with the idea of spending the rest of his life tutoring Lady Jane.
The End
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