Second Chance Marquess (Second Chance Series Book 1) by Jessica Jefferson

Author:Jessica Jefferson [Jefferson, Jessica]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Regency, romance, Fiction, Historical
Publisher: Dragonblade Publishing, Inc.
Published: 2017-03-20T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter 12

George didn’t immediately open his eyes.

The sun had crept in and the sensation of light woke him from his sleep. His entire body was sore, the pain in his leg excruciating, and he wasn’t alone.

He pulled the woman closer to him, already familiar with her form. Her body fit against his as well as any pair of breeches. It was as if she’d been made especially for him. She snored, just like she used to. It was a pleasant sound – quiet and undeniably feminine.

He clenched his eyes tighter together. If he didn’t open them, then he could claim he was still sleeping. He wanted this moment to last as long as possible.

Willie wiggled her bum against him, a playful invitation. Of course, she was deep in slumber and unaware of the games her body was playing with his. She’d probably be mortified to know that she’d done it all. She was so chaste now, expertly playing the part of the good widow. But he knew better. He knew that she was a wanton and capable of driving him to the brink of insanity for the want of her.

It would be so easy to lift up her chemise and plunge himself in between her soft thighs…

George rolled over on his back and exhaled, shakily. What was happening to him? A day ago he couldn’t have imagined waking up to Willie exciting him to the point of nearly spilling his seed all over himself. Well, he may have dreamed about it on occasion, but he’d never thought it would actually happen. Now here he was, desperately trying to hide his arousal like an eleven-year-old-boy hoping the governess didn’t catch him.

“George?” Willie rolled over and rubbed her eyes with her palms.

God, she was lovely. The late morning sunlight peeked in through a thin slit in the curtains covering the window across from the bed. Her form was bathed in light, reflecting off her hair, which hung in soft waves over her shoulders and down her back. Through the sheer muslin of her chemise, he could make out the shape of her breasts, just enough to fill his hands.

How could he have been so foolish to ever let her leave?

Then he remembered…she didn’t leave, he’d let her go.

“How do you feel?” She stretched her arms high above her head.

He coughed again, this time trying to regain focus despite the effects the transparency of her chemise was having on him.

“Like I’ve been in a carriage accident.” His entire body ached, but it was his old wound that was causing him the most grief. “Is there any water?” His lips were dry and his throat parched.

“There’s still some from last night.” Willie slid from the bed in one graceful movement and walked to pitcher. “I’ll get it for you.”

“You don’t need to do that.” But he was glad she did. Now that he was fully awake, he could truly appreciate just how poorly he really felt. As she served herself from the pitcher on

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