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He smiled lazily. “I know that I said I would leave you,” he whispered. “But when I saw Sally bringing up water for your bath…well, I just could not resist.”
She gaped at him, not knowing what to say. It was so very intimate. She was fully exposed – the soap suds had dissipated completely. He could see her whole body.
Slowly, he reached into the bath, trailing a hand over her body. He lingered on her breasts, squeezing the nipples, so that they became erect. She gasped as a fierce stab of desire shot through her. His hand trailed lower, over her stomach, arriving at the very core of her.
He stared into her face, his eyes dark and hungry, as he parted her, stroking her through the water. She arched her back, overcome with a fierce desire. The sensation was truly astonishing; the water seemed to add an extra element. He kept stroking, gently at first, then with increasing pressure. Those sweet, agonizing feelings were building within her at a rapid rate. Her breath was coming in short, sharp gasps.
“Oh, yes,” he whispered, his eyes never leaving hers. “Yes, my sweet. Let yourself go…”
His words pushed her over the edge. She arched her back again, as a thundering explosion tore through her body over and over. She couldn’t help it. She cried out in her rapture, thinking deliriously that it would never end.
Just as the delicious sensations were subsiding, and she was trembling with the shock of it, he pulled her out of the bath, so that she was leaning against it. With quick, sure hands, he undid his britches. He was hard and swollen with need.
He gripped her tightly, pushing her harder against the side of the tub, so that her legs parted. His mouth attached to her neck, sucking fiercely, as he swiftly entered her.
Her eyes widened with shock again. She was dripping wet, shaking with the aftermath of her climax, the air cool upon her skin. A dizzying array of sensations assaulted her. The feeling of him inside her was incredible. She gripped him hard, winding her legs around him, so overcome she could barely stand.
He started to thrust. Hard. He was going deeper inside her, filling her completely. She closed her eyes in ecstasy, urging him on. She couldn’t get enough of him.
The feelings which had just subsided sprang up again. She almost couldn’t bear it. It was happening again, that incredible climb towards the stars. He gripped her tighter, sucking her neck harder. It hurt just a little, but she only vaguely noticed it. She was too intent on the sensations that were gathering in a tight knot in the pit of her stomach about to explode.
Suddenly, he gripped her fiercely, thrusting harder. It all happened in a rush. The sensations exploded within her again, so strong that her knees almost buckled beneath her. He gripped her tighter still, moaning with pleasure. The thrusting lessened, then stopped altogether. He pulled away panting hard.
“Oh, dear,” she whispered, as the trembling overcame her again. She felt deliriously dizzy, as if she could sleep for a week. Gently, he gathered her up in his arms, gazing at her tenderly.
And then he kissed her lips slowly. Softly. It was like a communion.
She buried her head in his shoulder overcome. They didn’t say anything for the longest time. They simply stayed like that, breathing each other in. Patricia didn’t think she had ever experienced anything more beautiful in her life.
* * *
Patricia gazed covertly at Jackson as they breakfasted, sipping her tea, blushing. The memory of that incredible lovemaking in the tub was almost haunting her. Her flesh felt as if it had been seared. With a deep breath, she tried to push it out of her mind. She must focus, on what she had to do. Margaret’s desperate visit was bearing down upon her again, and the guilt had intensified.
The servants were in and out, but she could find the moment, couldn’t she?
Her heart zigzagged in her chest. She knew that over breakfast wasn’t the best time. There were always the servants. This was such a personal matter, and she was unsure how he would react. Perhaps she should wait for a better moment.
He sliced the top off his boiled egg, gazing at her earnestly.
“I have a small amount of work to do this morning,” he said. “But afterwards, would you like to take a ride with me through Hyde Park? We could saddle two of the best horses.” He grinned. “Such a nice day and all that. I am missing the freedom of riding in Norfolk. And I really would like to introduce you to Cassius, my favorite horse. What do you say?”
She smiled slowly. “I say that sounds like a splendid plan.”
He nodded, looking pleased. “I shall meet you in the stables around eleven, then?”
“I will make sure I am in my riding habit,” she agreed.
His smile broadened. “Jolly good. Well, I shall get to work and then we can be on our way.”
He stood up, seeming to hesitate for a moment. Then he slowly leant down, kissing her on the forehead. She blushed fiercely and gazed up at him. He looked almost abashed as he walked quickly away and out of the room.
Patricia slumped against the back of the chair. She could still feel the imprint of his lips, against her forehead.
She sipped her tea reflectively. She was looking forward to this ride through Hyde Park. Not only for the chance to get out into nature – Hyde Park was the most spectacular park in London and one of her favorite places when in residence in the city – but also to be alone with Jackson. There would be a time, during their ride, when they would stop. They might even take a stroll, leading the horses. There would be a chance for her to speak with him privately, unencumbered by other people.
Patricia took a deep breath and stood up. She was determined. Today was going to be the day when she would tell him all about it. She simply must. And there would be no better opportunity. It was almost as if the Lord had handed it to her on a platter.
She walked out of the room quickly. She didn’t want to do this; she would give her eye teeth if she could avoid it. But her family had given her no choice. Her mother was hounding her and would start again. And then there was Margaret. Her little sister deserved a chance to marry for love. There were so many good reasons why she had to do this.
But still she balked at it. How could she risk losing what was already between them? How could she bear it?
