Page 48 of A Bluestocking for the Wicked Duke

“You never asked Mr. William, I never denied it,” she replied.

William nodded. He saw her eyes were more open now.

She’s scrutinizing me.

“You should be angry with my father and with me by extension,” she continued.

“I am angry with your father,” William replied. “I’m incensed.”

Joane’s nose flared as she responded to him.

“What about me? What do you feel about me?” Joane asked.

I feel fire, fire burns in my heart and my groin.

“I am fascinated with you. But what I feel right now is more than that.”

Joane stepped closer to him as if to dare him.

“So what do you feel now Mr. William?” she asked.

William opened his mouth to speak but no words formed. He shook his head.

Bloody hell.

William crushed her open lips under his. His kiss was hard and demanding. He felt her stiffen, surprised initially by kiss. Then she responded with equal vigour, giving him free reign to taste her. He turned his head sideways, allowing her more entrance into his mouth. He used his tongue like a tentacle, probing her mouth, seeking her own tongue and finding it. He heard her moan lightly. William broke into a smile, briefly breaking the kiss. He attacked her lower lip, sucking gently before moving to the upper one. She reciprocated his act, William felt her grab his lip between hers, rubbing it between her succulent pink lips.

He felt his groin rise, poking and pushing into her thighs.

Joane laughed a bit, holding his lower lip between her teeth in a gentle bite.

She must have felt it too.

He pushed her back into the statue and moved his hands to her waist. He moved his hands up her torso slowly, taking his time over each inch of her body. He stopped moving when his hands got to her breasts. He squeezed them gently and heard Joane moan again. He squeezed again.

William dropped his mouth from her lips and brought them between her breasts. He pushed his nose through the fabric of her gown before moving his face back up to kiss her on her chin. She brought her face down again, claiming his lips in another hot kiss. William felt himself go heady.

I’m losing control. This chit is making me lose control.

William moved back from the stature dragging Joane with him.

“William, William, are you there?”

William moved away from Joane. He felt her push away from him. The voice sounded like it was just behind the door. Joane had moved farther into the room and was composing herself again.

“William, are you here?” the voice called again.

It is Mr. George.

William thought about answering him but changed his mind.

If he comes in here, I’ll appear to him. If not, I’ll go meet him downstairs.

Footsteps sounded farther to the door and William heard his name called again. After a few seconds, he could hear the person walk back down the steps. William breathed out in relief. He turned back and saw Joane starring at him from the end of the room. She was looking completely composed, the redness that enveloped her skin when they had heard his name was completely gone. William walked to her. He paused when he got beside her then he continued till he got to the railings of the window behind her. He heard her turn and walk to stand beside him.

“Is that what you want?” he heard her say.

William turned to her with mouth agape. He was flabbergasted.