Uncommon Places, Book 3 in Autumn Club Series

Chapter 3

Thomas looked at her like no man had ever looked at her. Like he was seeing her for the first time and he wanted to devour her.

Did he not see her as a child anymore? Why the shift?

"I spoke with Damien today after our ride. He was adamant that I open myself up to the possibility of marriage. I, um, tend to listen to him."

"Um, really?" Oh my, what did that have to do with her? Why was he looking at her like this?

Thomas's jaw clenched a few times. He stepped closer to her. His large hand came up under her chin and his thumb rubbed over her lips.

"Would you kiss me, darling?" He asked in a whisper.

"Um, Thomas, is it a good idea? Truly?"

Thomas didn't say anything. He just lowered his head and removed his thumb from her lips, "A very good idea, darling."

The kiss started softly. A light press of lips. She didn't expect herself to kiss him back, but she did and it ignited her. Bea moved her hands to his hair and pulled him closer. Tongues started to seek entry in to each other's mouths.

Bea moved her body as close as she could. She didn't know what she needed but she needed something. A friction. A touch.

Thomas turned slightly so she was against the terrace wall. He pushed his hardness against her and she moaned. Her hands went from his hair to his ass and she circled her hips.

He picked her up and sat her on the wall. Her legs fell open and he stood between them. He ground his cock against her core over and over. Bea placed her hand over his cock without a thought. She was aggressive and needy. Her hormones were on fire.

She knew she would never stop this. And she hoped he never would. "That's it. Touch my cock, darling."

Bea wanted to feel the skin, but she didn't know how to get to it. So she slipped her hand down the front of his pantaloons. When her petite fingers touched the soft skin of his shaft, he moaned his approval.

She grabbed it and moved her hand like she had seen her brother do when he thought he was alone. Thomas moved his hands up her thighs, moving her skirts up. Then he placed his hand on her covered, wet pussy.

"Bea! Are you out here?" Fucking Frank! He needed a bell around his neck.

They both moved to set themselves right before she called Frank over to their dark corner of the terrace.

"Bea, mother is ill and we must go," Frank said. He clearly didn't suspect their family friend of kissing his sister. "Sorry, Thomas, I didn't even get to speak to you tonight. Perhaps at dinner tomorrow."

Frank seemed distracted and walked off without her.

"Goodnight, darling. I'll be over for dinner tomorrow. Perhaps you can show me your room," Thomas said with a wink.

What? Who was this man?

"Um, yes. Tomorrow night then," she said as she scurried off behind Frank. Her body was still thrumming with lust. This is exactly how she almost got ruined before. She couldn't control her arousal at all. But tonight was even worse than before. Bea would have had sex on the terrace at this ball without a doubt. Thomas was dangerous.

The next evening Bea was a little worried about seeing Thomas. She definitely didn't see him as she once did and she hoped it didn't show on her face. Her father would pounce on that immediately.

Throughout dinner Bea kept stealing glances at Thomas. He caught her only once, and gave her a very sexy smirk. Men were so different when they wanted a woman sexually!

Wait! Is that what this was...had Thomas heard of Preston and decided she was easy?! Well, I guess she didn't prove him wrong if that was the case. Drat.

After dinner, the guests milled about in the parlor. Bea finally had the opportunity to speak to Thomas while he enjoyed a bourbon. He looked so confident and mature. Especially if you compared him to men her own age.

Their conversations were always effortless, but she knew that tonight she held back a bit. Her father was quick to disrupt their chat, "So Thomas, calling anywhere tomorrow?"

"Perhaps I shall return here to see Lady Beatrix," Thomas played right into her father's hands. What was he about?

"Perfect!" He slapped him on the back and moved on to another conversation.

"You can always say 'no' to father. He can be a little overbearing at times," she remarked.

"But in this case I would rather not, darling. Actually, I'd like to recreate last night on the terrace," he said with a smirk. He moved to place his glass on the mantle and left his hand there. She watched his arm flex. All she could think about was them wrapped around her. Picking her up on the terrace wall. Oh my, it was warm in there.

"Are you well, dear?" Thomas asked after watching her reaction. "Do you need to lay down?"

"I am well, but I do think I should take my leave, my lord," Bea responded. "It is rather hot in here."

"Indeed," he said. "Perhaps I can check on you later. Good night, darling."

Check on her? "Good night, Thomas."