A Dash of Scandal(90)

He looked back into her eyes and whispered through thick, choppy breaths, “You are beautiful, Millicent.”

She smiled at him with clear, bright eyes and breathed deeply before saying, “Thank you.”

With his lower body he strained against the softness of her womanhood, pressing her farther into the settee. She answered him with a thrust of her own and his body reacted with throbbing, powerful pain. He wanted to bury himself in her, to lose himself in her.

Chandler wanted to say more sweet words, poetic phrases, but he heard her heavy breathing, saw her desire-bright eyes, and knew that she didn’t want to wait for whispered words, loving touches, or lingering kisses. She’d made it clear she wanted him, that she knew what she was doing. All he had to do was accept.

Quickly he pulled her dress and petticoat up past her thighs and bunched them below her breasts. As his hands left her waist, he pulled her drawers down past her knees. She kicked them off one satin-slippered foot. She parted her legs and supported herself with one foot on the floor.

While Chandler unbuttoned the fall of his breeches, Millicent pulled on the bow of his neckcloth and removed the tight garment and the collar from around his neck and slung them to the floor. Chandler slid an open hand up and down that small area of silky thigh between her stockings and her womanhood before placing himself at her center.

Chandler realized he was trembling, and that stopped him. His need for her was so strong it shook him to the core of his being. His heart was pounding so urgently he had to stop for a moment and try to understand what made Millicent so different from all the other women he had been with. What made her pull at his very soul?

“Is something wrong?” she asked.

He looked into her trusting, eager eyes and knew he had to give her one more chance to stop him. “Are you sure about this, Millicent? I can—I think I can back away if you give the word—damn it, Millicent tell me not to do this.”

“No. I don’t want you to be a gentleman tonight. I want you to be the rake I know and want.”

Millicent slipped her arms underneath his and reached around him. With both hands she grabbed his buttocks and pushed him toward her.

“Oh, damn,” he murmured frantically as he shoved into her all at once.

Millicent grunted softly but only a moment. She kept her hands on his hot skin, leading him up and down as he pumped his hips. Chandler gave himself up to the exquisite pain of the indescribable pleasure that was Millicent.

Millicent.

He planted both his hands on her waist and spread his fingers over her hips and joined her rhythm as she arched to meet him. He moved inside her, up and down. Through the fabric of his shirt he felt the heat of her breast rubbing against his chest. He heard her soft sounds of wonderment and his own animal groan of pleasure as he wonderfully slipped over the edge of reality and into a sweet dream, buried deep within her, spilling into her.

Chandler lowered his head and breathed heavily into the crook of her neck and whispered her name as he kissed her damp skin.

His heart lurched with so much emotion he could hardly catch his breath. He knew he must be in love with Millicent Blair.





Nineteen




“Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more.” There is still time to catch one of the Terrible Threesome before the Season draws to a close.

—Lord Truefitt, Society’s Daily Column

Millicent looked up into Chandler’s eyes and smiled at him. She loved him. Loved him madly. There was no doubt of that and not a trace of regret for what she had just instigated. She had no fear that she would ever want another man the way she wanted Chandler.

He was still inside her. They lay half on the settee and half off. Chandler propped himself up by one elbow on the settee arm and the other on the back of it. She felt his weight, his strength, and his warmth, and she had never been so complete or so contented.

With a curious expression he looked down at her and said, “You’re smiling.”

“That surprises you?”

“Yes. I’m wondering why you’re not angry with me.”

She stirred a little so she could see his eyes better. “Why would I be upset for getting what I wanted?”

“This isn’t why I brought you here, Millicent. I never imagined we’d end up like this. I didn’t plan it.”

“I know. I wanted this to happen. It’s what I planned,” she said as if it was the most natural thing in the world for her to admit this to him.