Seduce Me Please (27 page)

“
I’m sorry.” Piper’s eyes nervously darted around the room. “I don’t think…”

“
I think that if you don’t relax,
George,
you’re going to make this a very disappointing encounter.”

Shocked, she tried to move, “G-G-Graydon, I thought you knew.” She took a deep gulping breath and with worried eyes she struggled, slightly but somewhere in the back of her mind she didn’t want him to move.

“
Knew what?” He questioned with mock innocence.

“
I could have sworn that you knew who I was when we were at Tattersall’s.” She tried to duck under his arms, but he seized her shoulders. “I would appreciate it if you would release me,” she said in a husky tone, but her traitorous body was responding to his closeness. She couldn’t miss the rigid evidence of his desire pressed firmly against her belly. The light clothes of gentlemen no barrier to the heat and fire in him, wrapping her in a sensual cocoon.

“
Why would I want to let go of such a tempting package?” He attempted a look of confusion, “I don’t understand. What do you
mean you thought I knew
?”

She whispered apprehensively, “I’m not a man. If your peccadillos run to t—that—that…” She grimaced making a dismissive gesture with her hands.

His eyes flickered, “Well, we all must start somewhere, sometime. I know you are kind of young, but…”

Making a silencing gesture, interrupting him before he could go any further, “I’m not who you think I am, truly.” Piper harrumphed with irritation, pushing her spectacles further up her nose.
Why wouldn’t he listen to her
? “I’m not a man, I am a woman!”

“
Is that so?” His lips curled wickedly.

She continued breathlessly. “And I just came here to see your…”

“
To see my…
what,
exactly?” He interrupted her again, leaning forward with interest, glancing down at her with a gleam, possibly of amusement in his dark gold eyes, a wicked slanting grin slowly slashed Graydon’s wide sensual mouth.

“
Your Orrery,” she whispered, a tremor in her voice.

“
Don’t worry I know exactly who and what you are.” His gilded gaze was mesmeric in its power to hold her. She felt the heat of his appraisal right to the very core. “
Piper
.”

Her eyes flew open wide and she let out a
whoosh
of pent-up air, slumping in what could only be described as immense relief when she heard her name whispered through his lips. She had dreamed of him for so long that this moment seemed surreal. “You knew all along?” She whispered as he slid his hands up to her gold-rimmed spectacles, removing them, laying them atop one of the shelves behind her head.

“
Not all along.” He kissed her temple. “But I did have my suspicions.”

“
When did you find out?”

“
The moment I looked into your vibrant, mischievous eyes, I knew you were my goddess.”

“
Goddess?”

“
You have been my secret fantasy for years.” He ran a finger over her plump bottom lip.

“
That c-c-cannot be true.” She stammered, her tongue flicking out to moisten her lips in nervousness, brushing against the pad of his finger. Her eyes opened wider at the erotic sensations his taste burst forth. Boldly she drew his finger deeper into the hot recesses of her mouth, running her tongue around and around, squeezing her thighs together to ease the throbbing between her legs. The heady thrum of arousal intoxicated; making her drunk.

Graydon groaned loudly, sliding his finger from between her lips. “Believe me when I say it’s all true and I know that you desire me just as much as I desire you.” He ran his fingertip, moist from her mouth, down the side of her face, a faint smile curving his usually cynical mouth. “I’ve watched your eyes follow me. I’ve caught your stare. Please say you are eager for me,
Piper,
because I am burning up for you?”

Her eyes closed and her head fell back against a rung when he reached up and pulled at the end of her cravat releasing the knot, sliding it slowly from around her neck giving him a glimpse of bare skin.

Her hands gripped the sides of the ladder when next he started at the top and began sliding the silver buttons of her waistcoat free. He spread her waistcoat wide and slid his hands over the thin linen shirt, the opening of her fine shirt falling away giving him a view of the delicate white skin of her collarbone. The feminine line of her neck displayed erotically above the manly shirt.

Lifting his finger, he slowly ran it down her jaw. “Not a whisker in sight.” He continued his exploration down the curve of her neck. “Hmmm…interesting, and no Adam’s apple.” And finally his finger settled over the valley of her breasts, still covered by the tightly wound length of cotton.

“
Adam’s apple?” She croaked.

“
You don’t have one.” He laughed softly, “You have the most delicious looking skin and these clothes cover way too much.” He leaned down and feathered kisses against her eyelids, making them flutter closed. “And if I see your delicious
derrière
outlined in a pair of men’s trousers outside of my sight again, I swear I will take you over my knee and spank you.”

“
I promise,” She whispered. All of a sudden feeling uncommonly shy, Piper took a deep calming breath, standing quietly for a moment contemplating her next move. This opportunity may never arise again. She should leave. She should walk out this door and never put on George’s clothes again, but then he put his mouth at the base of her throat, flicking his tongue across her skin and a spasm of startling clarity shivered through her and a brilliant smile lit her face.

If he wanted to push her away, now was the time, but he couldn’t do it. He had made his decision a long time ago. Suddenly he captured her face in his bare hands, his fingers, warm and strong as he paused, breathing harshly, his breath fanning across her lips. Groaning, “Be forewarned, I never do anything half-heartedly.” He knew he was spoiled, wicked and he’d rarely been without someone in his bed, but over the past few weeks he hadn’t wanted anyone else, he couldn’t think of anyone else. He dreamed of her. He obsessed about her. He looked for her around every corner. “I promise I won’t do anything you don’t want me to do. Do you want to leave?” He said in a low voice. “Because if you do, tell me now.”

His arms closed around her cupping her hips with an intimacy that shocked her. He drew her up against his hard muscular length one hand around her waist holding her captive. His blood was running insanely hot making him hard as steel, he couldn’t hide his erection if he tried. “If you say the words, we could leave this room now, taking and giving each other no additional pleasure, but what have we got to lose…” his voice trailed off as he shrugged one of his shoulders, his mouth descended and he started brushing his lips back and forth over hers.

Her breath caught, she was unable to utter a single syllable, keenly aware of his huge member swelling magnificently against her stomach.

“
I want you.” He said with a slow breath of air, he swallowed so hard she saw his throat muscles at work. “Tell me you want me too.” For God’s sake, he’d been rock hard for the past few weeks. His hand raised and slid across her cheek. “I can’t keep my hands off you. Or tell me to let you go, but tell me something and quickly.”

Head down, she whispered, “Would you be upset if I said no?”

He gripped her arms pushing her away. “I wouldn’t be upset. I understand it’s a momentous decision for you,” his response came out rough and gritty.

She looked up at him, “Yes. I want you too. I’ve wanted you for a long time,” she whispered, pressing herself closer to him. Her heart thundered in her chest. “How did you know?” She tilted her head in curiosity.

He whispered close to her ear, “I would know you anywhere.” He gently brushed the back of his hand over her cheek, his knuckles softly skimming over her skin.

With his whispered confession her legs turned to jelly and her palms were wet.

“
Being in your presence makes my pulse leap frenziedly.” His fingers slid slowly down her throat, resting just where her pulse pounded. “Just thinking of looking into your bright blue eyes again or tasting the sweetness of your lips...” His voice trailed off as he settled his mouth against hers, his firm lips slanted over hers, unwaveringly possessive. His hand curved around her bottom, bringing her flush. Moving against her, his erection pressed firmly into her belly.

He knew that in every life there was a moment that changes everything. That makes you rethink your whole life. For him, this was that moment. All the women, the kisses, the caresses before meant nothing the moment his lips touched hers. One kiss was all it took to stop his world from spinning and to give him absolute clarity. Never again did he want the unfamiliar taste of someone else on his lips.

She made a soft sound in her throat at the very first touch of his mouth. Clinging to his shoulders she accepted the thrust of his tongue

He was awed by her trusting innocence. No matter the rumors. No matter his past, she gave her all to him with no reservations.

Grasping the hem of her shirt he drew it over her head tossing it on the floor before he reached for the cotton wrapped around her torso and tugged it loose. Rolling round and round until her high, pert breasts were exposed to his hungry gaze, they were white and small and perfect. He covered them with his palms, his fingers wrapped around her curves. His thumb circled her nipple, flicking at it until she cried out with shock and pleasure. He leaned over and put his mouth on her breast, suckling her hardened nipple into his mouth, she arched against the shelves as a jolt of pleasure shot down, between her legs.

She moaned, head back, her fingers delving into his golden hair. “What about the orrery?”

He reluctantly removed his mouth from her breast, only to answer her question, “Do not fret, my lovely little goddess.” Leaning down but never losing eye contact, he licked one rosy nipple, twirling his tongue around the distended peak before speaking again, “We have all night.”

She felt her knees buckle, collapsing against the ladder. Her terrible curiosity got the better of her and her gaze swept down his body to the hard bulge in his trousers. Her eyes got bigger, rounder, intrigued.

He swept her up in his arms, as if she weighed nothing and carried her to the chaise situated near the fire and gently deposited her on its cushioned top.

Kneeling down, he stripped off her boots and stockings running his hands reverently up her calves. The firelight cast a warm glow over her alabaster skin. Reaching up, he opened her trousers and sucked in a breath; pulling them down, her hips arching eagerly easing the task.

Their gazes clashed and a rosy flush spread across her exposed breast discomfiture contending with passion, fighting to cover her nakedness.

Nothing held back.

“
I feel quite overdressed now.” His amber eyes remained steady on her face, on her eyes. He felt an intense satisfaction at her quick intake of breath, watching as her eyes dilated to almost black when he hurriedly undressed. Shrugging out of his coat, with quick impatient movements, unknotting his tie he tore his shirt over his head baring his torso. Stepping out of his boots and removing his stockings, he unfastened his trousers, hugely aroused he sprang unrepentantly free from the fabric confines, hard as granite. He shoved his trousers down over his hips and stood gloriously naked before her.

A burning flush heated her cheeks and she tried to force herself to look away, but she couldn’t. She devoured him with her eyes. Yearning simmered in their depths; they burned, bathed in the heat, in the passion, in the flames of desire. Her breath faltered. She wondered what he would feel like. She wanted to feel his warm, firm flesh beneath her hands.

“
There will be no turning back once we’ve taken this step,” he said hoarsely.

“
There is no other path I long to follow,” she whispered. “I am past the point of no return.” She caught her bottom lip between her teeth when he grinned and stretched over her. She had no idea how sensual the feel of a man’s naked body would be sliding against her own. Wide shoulders, hard biceps, a flat belly, narrow hips a sharp contrast to her softly curved body. She was overwhelmed by the pressure of his chest against her breasts, the rasp of his crisp golden hair against her sensitized skin.

“
You can touch me.”
Please, touch me.

She froze, unsure of how to proceed, then she did as he’d asked and he had never felt anything so sweet in his whole life.

She timidly spread her hands across his chest, then ran them leisurely over his arms, his shoulders, down his back, around his hips, reveling in the taut skin that encased his well-muscled body. His skin was warm, slick and satin-smooth over his powerful muscles.

“
You are beautiful,” she whispered, closing her eyes as she savored the feel of him beneath her fingertips.

In answer, he kissed her again. Forcing her head back as his tongue plunged deep into her mouth. His hand skimmed down her body to close over her most intimate part as he trailed his mouth over her jaw, down her chest until he covered her nipple. Never in her life could she have imagined a feeling as fascinating as the sensation of his firm hands on her supple flesh, scorching her with their heat.