The Earls lie or a scoundrels promise

God, it felt extraordinary

                  

Chapter 8 - God, it felt extraordinary.

She watched him as he had some kind of battle with himself, she could see it in those molten eyes.

'Meet me in the study in 10 minutes'

Then walked away leaving her stood alone with her rose.

She waited impatiently for the slowest 10 minutes of her life to tick by, then inconspicuously made her way to the study.
As she skirted her away around the edge of the room she realised she hadn't seen the Baton, he must have changed his mind about coming tonight, and she was grateful at whatever had kept him away.

She shut the door behind her as she slipped silently inside. Only a Few Candles lit, casting shadows across the rooms. the window open enough to let in a small Summer breeze tinged with the soft notes of the music being played in the busy ballroom in the other part of the house.

She stood with her back to him, her hand shaking slightly as she let go of the door handle, the resounding click, tho quiet, echoed louder in the darkness.

She turned slowly keeping close to the door, Two glasses of brandy in-front of him, he offered one to her. He sat behind the large mahogany desk, filling the giant brown leather wing back chair in the center of the room, 2 glasses of Brandy poured, he offered one to her. The swish of her skirts filled the air as she took those steps toward him.

She stopped sipped at her drink and surveyed him as he was, he looked relaxed, She felt the heat of the liquid trickle down her throat. She hoped it would help dampen those butterflies.
She had longed for time with him, she had wondered what would happen when they next got time together. Alone. Had dreamed what might happen...

She meant to come here, to talk...only to talk
But all words and sense had gone and she knew she just wanted him. He stood slowly, strolled lazily around the desk without a word. She turned and felt her back against the desk, he was close, so close she was almost sat atop it. She felt the mahogany biting into her thighs just below her cheeks.

She held tight to the glass of brandy in both her hands, along with the rose at her breast. She hoped he couldn't see her trembling, with anticipation, excitement, not fear, not of him. She sipped once more and he watched her lips on the edge of the glass, the liquid wetting her lips, watched her neck as she swallowed and when her tongue darted out to lick away the remaining brandy on those sweet lips, he beat her to it.

He suckled her lip, and her eyes opened wider at the sensual intimate action. He straightened up and took the glass from her hands, drained its contents in one and placed it to one side. She never took her eyes off him, in the Darkness of the room, what little light the candle gave, those handsome features were all shadows. His strong jaw, his cheek bone, his nose.

He leant over placing a hand atop the desk either side of her. So close, they were so close.

She traced a finger along that finely crafted jaw and could feel his skin, soft but stubbly. She wanted to graze her lips across it and without thinking did just that. He smelled of brandy and roses, and the usual smell which was all him. It was a heady combination, she felt the stubble, rough against the soft skin of her lips. He groaned as she did so.

She looked bewitching and alluring at this moment, simply ravishing, a mixture of innocence and wondering but such confidence, He hoped , was sure this was real.
He kissed her with all the experience he had, all 30 years of it, most of it. He hoisted her up onto the desk by her bum as she met him, having the same idea he had.

She parted her legs as she sat upon the desk, it seemed the most natural thing to do, he pulled her forward so she sat at the edge. Their lips never breaking from one another. He positioned himself between her legs and she pulled herself against him, desperately trying to get as close to this beautiful man as she could.