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.Madame Eve’s missive had told him women of this day and age were bolder.More willing to hop from bed to bed with one man after another.He had a hard time placing this woman in that category, though.Hell’s bells, she acted more nervous than him.She held herself as, and spoke like, a true lady.Of course, one needed to ignore the scandalous clothing she wore.If he didn’t know better, he’d have sworn to having seen her at a ball or two.But she’d never fit in his world.Women in his day didn’t walk around with naked ankles…let alone knees.Nor did they bare their breasts quite so much—or maybe they did.But somehow, paired with the short skirt, her shirt seemed more inappropriate to him.More tempting.Speaking of which—they peeked over the top of her daring ensemble, and his palms itched to touch her.If he had to wait much longer, she’d wonder what in the world he’d hidden in his pockets.The only way he’d been able to control his desires so far was by shoving his hands into the far too small pockets of his ridiculous trousers.He closed the distance between them and touched her shoulders.Her soft blonde curls teased his skin, and he wondered what she looked like with her hair in an elaborate coiffure.When she stiffened, he hesitated.“Is something wrong? Would you like me to leave?”She peeked at him over her shoulder.“No, I don’t wish you to leave.”His cock hardened against the uncomfortable zipper, and he stepped closer to whisper into her ear.“Would you like to go into the bedroom?”He played with her earlobe and the loose strand of hair hanging over it, while she quaked in his arms.He placed a light kiss on her temple, resisting the urge to press his erection against her soft arse.Having been without sex since Suzanne died, he hadn’t expected to want Eleanor as much as he did.She’d barely said a word or two to him, but he ached to drive himself inside her until he could go no farther and sate himself with her luscious body.Eleanor spun to face him, lower lip caught in her teeth.As she stepped close to his chest, she tilted her chin and looked up at him.His fingers traced the soft curve of her hip of their own accord, and he groaned at the lust shooting through his veins.“Are you certain you’re ready for this, Thomas? You seem to be in love with your wife, still.”Images of Suzanne played across his mind—of them laughing in their gardens, of her face as he plunged inside her.Why did Eleanor have to mention her? Did she know how torturous it was to picture his dead wife in the same line of thought as the woman he now sought to crawl into bed with?Could he follow through with his rash decision to make love to someone besides her?Could he afford not to?Straightening his spine, he pulled her into his arms.Her bosom pressed into his chest, making him ache for more.Her light periwinkle eyes widened when he pressed her body more closely to his.He looked within their depths, and his heart melted.“I’m ready.With you…I’m ready.”Eleanor blinked.“Why me?”“Because you make me long to feel something again.You make me ache for something I thought I could no longer desire.” He opened his mouth and closed it, trying to find the perfect words.Tried to find a way to tell her how much it meant to him that she made him want to move on.“If anything, I need you too much.All my doubts fade away when I see you.”“Thomas,” she whispered, licking her lips.“You have no idea how much I’ve waited to hear you say that.For so long.”Something was off with her words, something that didn’t quite add up, but he wasn’t going to waste time with thought.Right now, he needed her so bad it hurt.“I’m all yours.”She smiled and grabbed his shirt.“Then come get me.”Groaning, he crushed his lips to hers…and time stood still.Chapter TwoEleanor’s world as she knew it froze, and all that existed was here and now.His hands on her.His tongue brushing against hers.Nothing else mattered.She seized the fabric of Thomas’s shirt and whimpered.While his tongue plundered, her knees gave out.At her sound of distress, he swept her into his arms.He never broke contact with her lips as he carried her into the bedroom.Setting her down on the bed, he tore his mouth from hers.Their raspy breathing filled the room, and he cupped her cheeks.She touched his lower lip with her pointer finger and then pressed it to her mouth.“Is it always this amazing?” she asked, without thinking.His brow wrinkled, and she almost groaned.Always a gentleman, he’d refuse to deflower her if he suspected she was untouched, so she grinned and gave a brazen laugh.Reaching up, she toyed with his hair—much like he had done with hers.“I mean, most men can’t even make me tempted, yet alone shaky.You’re good at this.”He growled and pressed his erection against her belly.“I’ve been having the same issue with women
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