Lord Satyr by Lee Jade

Author:Lee, Jade
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Romance, Historical
Publisher: Dragonblade Publishing, Inc.
Published: 2021-03-03T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fifteen

What the hell was wrong with him?

Jackson kicked at a stone outside the inn and cursed when he realized it was an immovable tree root and not something he could fling far away from him. The jolt up his spine increased his ire and he leaned against the tree to stare out at the village in moonlight.

Pretty. But not as pretty as Lady Gwen.

He inhaled, trying to overwhelm the scent of her body pressed against his. Her hair had sported a lemony scent that remained in his memory even as he absorbed the smells coming from the nearby mews.

He wandered away from the stable in search of quiet. He’d already burned through his plans for their business and was frankly, heartily sick of the details. He was sick of it, except that he couldn’t stop himself from remembering the way she had argued with him passionately about the way to harvest daffodil bulbs for sale. He hadn’t the slightest information on what was best and would follow her advice to the letter. But he hadn’t been able to resist poking at her, questioning her decisions, all while watching the animation on her face and feeling the strength in her body as she moved against him.

She’d merely been gesturing to add emphasis to her words, but they’d been so close together in the carriage that lust had surged forward with every shift of her body. And that was nothing compared to what happened when she relaxed against him in sleep. As she had relaxed, her body had sunk against his and he had cradled her as he might a newborn babe. He kept his hands scrupulously honest. He did no more than pull her hair from her face when a lock slipped down over her luscious mouth. But in his thoughts, he had done so many things with her.

In his mind’s eye, he had caressed her breasts, pinched her nipples, and drew sounds of delight from her mouth. He had kissed her face, her breasts, and between her thighs. And then he had spread her open and lost himself in her sweetness while she welcomed him with cries of delight and hands that pulled him closer, harder, faster.

Such fantasies had tortured him while he kept himself from even the smallest caress. He knew if he once touched her, he would take more and more.

He was not a man who indulged his appetites. Not since Isabelle had shown him how depraved people could become. He enjoyed physical release as well as any man. But he was not one to let such a thing overpower his reason.

Until Lady Gwen. He wanted her with a hunger that stunned him. It was a need that drew him from his bed to pace the dark countryside as a way to prevent him from sneaking into her bedroom and taking her to a place where he could indulge his fantasies until they were both sated. It made no sense to him. She was not the type of woman to attract him.

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