Page 5 of A Wager With A Rake (Wicked Widows #32)

He swallowed hard. He didn’t. But that was beside the point. “I don’t know how that…”

“Men have the luxury of doing whatever they please,” she started, interrupting him, “while women are expected to hide the sensual parts of themselves so they might remain pure for men in their eighties. I intend to enjoy my status as a widow, and that includes inviting whomever I wish to my bed.”

Court was suddenly thankful for the darkness, given how his cock strained his breeches at the thought of the beautiful woman across from him, wanton and begging to be fucked.

It would seem he needn’t worry about the woman developing feelings for him, which would change the nature of his entire restraint.

“But,” she continued, “I supposed tonight wasn’t the night to entertain such endeavors. But certainly I shall see the man again once I settle in at Rosewood.”

The thought of whoever that man was climbing on top of Theodosia made his skin crawl. A reaction that he didn’t dare to inspect or assess, but it irritated him. Then there was her unwillingness to accept that she’d never be the owner of Rosewood.

He wasn’t certain what else there was to say between them.

One could only argue the same point so many times before it became tiresome, and they’d reached that point hours ago.

And all of his focus must go to willing his cock to subside before they arrived back at the estate before he gave in to what he wanted.

It would appear that maintaining control over himself would be more challenging than he expected. Left alone in the dark with his thoughts, all he could think about was how soft her skin might be, what she would taste like, what her lips would feel like wrapped around his cock.

By the time they rolled to a stop in front of his home, he wasn’t sure how he’d kept himself from freeing his member so he could quietly stroke his shaft across from her. Because if he didn’t achieve his own release soon, it would become far too painful.

He rearranged himself as best as he could and then rose to exit the carriage.

Once his feet hit the gravel, he turned back to help her exit.

Against his better judgement, he gripped her hips and lifted her down.

Her body brushed his when he set her feet to the ground, teasing his cock from the whisper of pressure that had grazed it.

She put her hand in the nook of his arm, and he led her inside.

“Thank you for escorting me to supper,” she said as soon as they reached the staircase, “even if it was wholly unnecessary. I believe I am for my bed.”

“Then I shall escort you to your chamber,” he blurted before he could stop himself.

It was the combination of the ale he’d drunk that evening and his aroused state, but imagining her undressing and settling into her bed made him wish he could spend more time in her presence.

Far more time, albeit for pleasurable reasons.

“Very well,” she said, with a tone that indicated that an eye roll accompanied it.

They started up the stairs, and he decided he had to know more about her plans for the future. About her desire to invite any man she wished to her bed. “So that is the type of man you aim to keep in your company?”

“Not that it is any business of yours, but perhaps.”

He snarled in response, and he only hoped she hadn’t heard it. They reached the top of the staircase, and he let her pull him toward her chamber, realizing that he wasn’t even certain where she had placed herself for the evening. She navigated them to the hallway on the right.

“A far cry from sharing a bed with Dundas, I suppose,” Court said, refusing to imagine that scene. Even if it might be the cure to his throbbing erection.

“That is a part of my life that has well passed, and I intend to fuck as many men as it takes to lose all memories of my marriage.”

Her words were whispered and breathy and did something to his insides. She stopped in front of a chamber door, and all he could hear was the rush of blood thundering through his ears.

Before he knew what he was doing, he pressed her against the wall and crashed his lips down on hers.

He wasn’t certain if she’d slap him or welcome his advances.

But excitement radiated through his entire body when she parted her lips, enabling him to sweep his tongue inside of her mouth, instantly intoxicated by the taste of her.

He’d kissed women before, but something about kissing Theodosia—his sister’s best friend—in the dark hallway, and no one around to know they were alone together, felt even more forbidden and exciting.

It didn’t help that her kiss tasted like he’d seen heaven.

His poor cock threatened to escape the confines of his breeches as his prolonged state of desire had become downright painful.

She returned his kiss, suckling his tongue. He gripped her hips, unable to stop himself, and undulated against her, rubbing his needy cock against her body, moaning into their kiss from how it felt far too good. Better than it should have felt. He might even come if he continued.

Court broke the kiss and licked along her jaw, tracing his way to her earlobe, reveling in the way she panted and ran her hands along his chest. He suckled her tender lobe, eliciting a low moan, which made him grin against her ear.

“Come to my chamber. If it’s a good fuck you are after, I assure you, I am quite capable.

” He reasoned it wasn’t all that wrong for them to couple for a single night.

She wasn’t after long-term attachment, and it was obvious there was tension and physical compatibility between them.

And she was before him, beautiful and responsive, her body begging to be fucked by the way she took over, moving herself against his groin.

She shook her head but made no attempt to dissuade him.

“Tess, I promise I will make you feel things you have never felt before.” He ran his finger across her soft lips and then pressed it inside her mouth.

She began sucking his finger with her velvety tongue and the risk of him spending in his breeches became increasingly more apparent.

“You can suck my cock like that and then I’ll bury my face in your sweet cunt before I fuck you so hard you won’t recall your name. ”

He had forgotten just who it was that stood before him.

That he shouldn’t speak to her that way he might with one of his random companions.

But she was tempting and teasing him, and in that dark hallway, titles and pretense didn’t matter.

They were just two people who both wanted a night of ecstasy.

“I… I…” she stammered as he kissed her neck, then licked along the top of one breast.

“Shall we depart?” he asked. “Else I shall unbutton my falls here in this very hallway.”

“Court,” she whispered, leaning her head back and pushing her chest out to give him better access.

Everything about her tasted and felt right, and if she were willing, he’d spend all night pleasuring her over and over again.

If she wanted to forget about her past, he was more than confident in his abilities to know that he could deliver in that regard.

He stopped and pulled her with him down the hallway, but she pulled her hand from his grasp.

“Tess? My chamber is this way.” He reached for her again, but she stepped back.

“No.”

Before he knew what was happening, she swept into her chamber and all he heard was the click of the lock.

“Tess,” he called into the door, resting his forehead against it. “You don’t have to be afraid. I won’t do anything you don’t wish for.”

“I’m not afraid,” she called out from the other side of the door.

He pressed his hands flat on the cool wood. “Then please let me in. At least let me give you a bit of pleasure.” It would be far better than nothing if he could touch and perhaps taste her.

“I can tend to my own needs,” she called out.

“Not the same as I can.”

She was quiet for a moment, and then he heard a moan escape her lips. “I know all the right places to touch on my body.” She moaned again.

“Tess,” he groaned, tempted to bang his head against the door.

Another moan sent his hand to fumble with the buttons of his falls until his cock escaped into his hand.

“Tell me what you are doing,” he ground out, fisting himself while he faced her door, imagining what she looked like with her hands between her legs.

“All you need to know is that it feels so good,” she returned, her breathing ragged.

He furiously stroked himself, listening intently for any sound on the other side of the door. He should feel like embarrassed or like some sort of green lad standing in his hallway fucking his own hand, but it felt far too good to stop.

“I’m the one who made you that wet,” he called out to her. “Your fingers are soaked, aren’t they?”

A moan was her response.

“At least tell me how many fingers you are using.”

“Three.” She sounded so near, just on the other side of the door, fucking her fingers where she stood. A mere two-inch-thick wooden door separated him from what he knew would be perfection.

His imagination worked each of her moans into images of his tongue flicking her pearl, wishing he could break down the door and replace her fingers with his.

Her moans grew louder and closer together, and he knew she was close.

“That’s it, Tess. Come for me.”

She cried out a few obscenities and loud moans, and he pulled a handkerchief from his pocket just in time to capture his spend before he painted her door with his seed. It was one of the most intense orgasms he could recall, and he was hardly sated.

“Let me in, Tess. Please let me lick you clean.” He’d spend the entire night there if she wanted, licking and tasting her orgasm while he drew several more from her. If she’d just open the damned door.

“Good night, Court,” she said in a singsong voice. The minx had known what she was doing. She knew what she drove him to, and she was proud of herself.

And he was even more intrigued and impressed by the enticing woman.

And then an idea came to him for something he would purchase her as a gift.

Imagining her expression when she opened it caused him to grin as he tucked himself back into his breeches.

If she had intended to tease him, he would send her something to ensure she thought of him each time she set about touching herself.