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  "Then I shall lie awake all night praying for a quick end to the darkness and for the sunlight to carry me to your doorstep."

  Bloody fool, Gavin thought as he watched the young pup go on bended knee and kiss Jane's hand. He was making an ass of himself. Gavin would have felt some measure of pity for the young man had he not set his sights on the woman that he wanted.

  The door closed behind Jane, and Gavin let himself into the salon.

  "Get up, Winterbourne."

  The young man stood, shock registering in his face. "Grayson."

  "A touching scene and one that will never be repeated, do you understand?"

  "I'm afraid you have me at a disadvantage, for I have no idea of what you are speaking of."

  "Jane Westbury," Gavin said through clenched teeth. "You're not to see her again, do you understand me?"

  The insolent pup at the audacity to laugh. "And who are you to issue orders to me? What is Jane Westbury to you? You are beneath her, sir."

  "You've been warned, Winterbourne," he growled, thinking it prudent to leave the young lordling before he beat him to a bloody pulp.

  "And what if I choose not to heed your warning?"

  "Then you and I shall meet at dawn and I will take great delight in slicing you open from your throat to your ballocks."

  Winterbourne blanched but refused to back down. "I'm not certain why you've chosen to interfere in my affairs, Grayson, but I will tell you now, that Jane is mine."

  "You've been warned."

  "I will not give her up to some half-breed son of a whore who thinks he can strong-arm me."

  Blinding anger seized him, and Gavin found himself tossing Winterbourne against the wall, his forearm pressing against Winterbourne's lace covered throat. "Do not tempt me, Winterbourne. My half-breed blood is boiling and I'll have no compunction about killing you here without benefit of the niceties. Now," he said in his most threatening voice, "you will not throw yourself on Lady Westbury again. If I find that you've been bothering her, I'll see to emasculating you."

  "What the bloody hell do you know, Grayson? We spent the afternoon together. She didn't even mention your name."

  Fearing that he'd kill him right then and there, Gavin thrust Winterbourne against the wall and left the room. Bloody hell, he was out of control. He couldn't think, couldn't even see straight as he stalked down the hall and into the foyer where a footman opened the door for him.

  Where the hell was Jane? Probably off with more of her suitors. Well, there was one sure way to meet up with the Lady.

  Barking out orders to the coachman, Gavin waved away the assistance of a footman and let himself into the carriage. Slumping onto the leather squabs he flung his frock coat into the corner and loosened his waistcoat and cravat. His blood swam hot and angry in his veins and with a vicious jerk he pulled the cravat from his neck and tossed it atop the coat.

  Voices came from the house and Gavin recognized Jane's melodic laughter followed by Winterbourne's baritone rumble. Bloody hell, he was going to have to do something about him.

  The carriage door opened and a woman climbed in and closed the door. "Good evening, Jane."

  With a gasp, she covered her mouth, her dark eyes luminous and sparkling in the lantern light.

  "Lord Grayson. Whatever are you doing in my carriage, sir?"

  "Tutoring you, madam," he said, reaching for the straining buttons of his breeches. "Your education resumes with lesson number three, and that is--what a lady can expect when she plays games with a man. And you, Jane have been playing games with me."

  Chapter Ten

  "No ... I'm ... that is I'm not playing games...." Jane trailed off as the carriage lurched forward. Eyes wide, she moved the curtains aside to watch the enormous façade of the Wessex's townhouse disappear behind them.

  A large hand reached out and captured her chin, forcing her to meet his hard gaze. "Think well before you lie to me, madam, for I am in no mood to indulge you."

  Jane looked around the carriage and then to the window. Gray mist was rolling into the city and she felt as though she was being engulfed by a shroud as the carriage was lost in a thick patch of fog, blinding her. Gavin's fingers suddenly left her chin, only to land atop her hand. Uncurling her fingers from the velvet curtain, he grasped her hand in his and brought her wrist up to the lantern light. His fingers, dark against the ivory lace, pulled the cuff of her sleeve back, revealing the lapis bracelet he had purchased for her.

  His gaze slid to hers and he arched a brow in smug satisfaction before he started to tug her toward him. "Now, Jane, you may arouse me with your hand."

  "Surely you don't mean to do that sort of thing here?" He did not release his hold and instead increased the pressure of his hand on her fingers, pulling her from her seat until she was kneeling between his parted thighs.

  "I can think of no better place to sit back and watch a lady pleasure me." He bent his leg, propping his boot on the bench, allowing her full access to the huge bulge in his breeches. His thighs were hard, the muscles pulling the delicate seams of his silk breeches taut, outlining the sheer strength in his legs. The negligent way he was sprawled on the bench contrasted with the commanding power Jane heard in his words, and the way his fingers, firm and assured, forced her with the barest touch to sink lower to the carriage floor.

  "You've succeeded, Jane," he said as he reached once more for the gold buttons of his breeches, opening them one by one. "You've made me burn for you. Now is the time to wield your power, Jane. Seduce me." He reached for her hand and slid it up the length of his thigh to his groin, where she felt his erection lift and thicken beneath the silk. His eyes were riveted on her face. She could feel the heat of his stare, but her gaze was fixed firmly on her pale hand covered with his dark one as he slowly folded back the opening of his breeches and forced her fingers around the thick width of him.

  "I am at your mercy, Jane," he sighed as she slid her hand up the silky length of him, the gold streaks in her lapis bracelet twinkling in the yellow lantern light. "But do not take too much comfort in that fact, Jane. I am quite certain our positions shall be reversed, for I shall have you at my mercy before the night is through."

  "Would you like that?" she asked boldly as she watched the way her fingers traced the tip of his erection.

  "The question is," he said, pushing the sleeves of her gown down over shoulders, "would you like it?" She gasped when the cool air met her skin, and her nipples tightened as her breasts swelled over the edge of her corset. Before she could react, he reached inside her corset and lifted her breasts, baring them to his burning eyes. Then he sat forward and grasped her about the waist, bringing her to the juncture of his thighs. Pulling her hand from his erection, he licked two of her fingers then brought them to the valley of her breasts, wetting her skin. Jane watched as he slowly stroked his erection, then brought its glistening tip to the firm mounds of her breasts before he circled her nipple with the wet tip.

  "What shall I do with my cock, Jane?"

  Her eyes flew to his face, searching for some sign of his intentions. Archie had never talked during their encounters and Jane was unaware that words between lovers could also arouse.

  "You have beautiful breasts, Jane," he said as he brushed her nipple again with the wet tip of his erection. "I'd like to slide my cock between them. Part them for me, so that I may watch you with your hands on your breasts and my cock sliding between your flesh."

  Her heart was beating maddeningly fast, and Jane was certain she had never been quite so wicked as she was when she was in the company of the viscount. He was so dark and commanding that Jane couldn't help but imagine him as a Sultan, and she, his dutiful slave, catering to his every whim and desire.

  "That's it," he said, sliding the pink tip between her breasts. His hands covered hers on the sides, crushing her breasts together so that only the wet tip of his phallus could be seen. Jane watched in fascination as her breasts engulfed his erection, the deep breaths coming from him told her
that he was watching too.

  His fingers moved along her breasts until they reached her nipples. Taking each one between his fingers, he traced, pinched, then soothed them with the pad of his thumb. He thrust a few more times, watching as her breasts took his erection in.

  "Have you ever had a cock in your mouth, Jane?"

  Her eyes flew first to his shaft between her breasts then to his face. He was watching her carefully, and Jane thought she saw uncertainty flash in his eyes.

  "I have not, my lord." Needing to please him, wanting to pleasure him, she lowered her head and touched the tip of her tongue to his penis. She heard him suck in a breath, and Jane, feeling emboldened, swirled her tongue around the tip.

  "Take off your dress, Jane," he said, pulling his erection free. "I want you naked while you're on your knees. I want to see every inch of you before me. You've denied me, Jane, but not for much longer."

  He wanted her. He had longed for her during the past week. The knowledge made her feel powerful, and maybe just a bit secure in the fact that the viscount sought her out this night, not because he was her tutor, but because he was thinking of himself as her lover.

  Slowly she shed her gown, the silk puddled around her thighs like a blue cloud. Leaning forward, he placed his lips below her ear and kissed the sensitive flesh while his fingers stole around her back, loosening the ties of her corset.

  "You're going to look stunning in nothing but ivory flesh and my cock in your mouth, do you know that, Jane?" She whimpered at the words and the feel of his tongue on her skin. "I have waited for more than a week to see you thus, and I will not wait an instant longer. This is what waiting does to a man, Jane." He tossed her corset to the floor and ripped her chemise down the center until her sex and thighs were bared to him. "It makes a man eager and rough. Does my crudeness offend you, Jane?" He removed the tattered chemise and smoothed his hand down her softly rounded belly. "Is your whimper out of fear or desire?"

  She looked shyly away from him and attempted, almost unconsciously, to cover herself with her arms. Her bravado left her the instant she was naked. All of Archie's taunts came rushing back, and she squeezed her arms tightly around her middle as if to ward off Archie and Catriona's insults.

  "Jane," he whispered, raking his hands through her hair and disturbing her coiffure. "This isn't what I desire. I do not want to see your arms shielding your beauty. I have not waited a week in order to have you hide from me." He raised her face to his mouth and kissed the corner of her lips. "Move your arms to your sides and let me look at you."

  She shook her head, refusing to meet his gaze. She couldn't bear to see disappointment in his magnificent green eyes. She only wanted to see desire there. But he refused to listen to her pleas, and instead, took her hands and wrapped her arms around her waist. He secured her wrists against her bottom, holding her still with one of his hands. His other hand traced her skin from the hollow of her throat to the thatch of hair that shielded her sex. He let out a sigh and said something in Indian before resting his gaze on her face.

  "Now then," he murmured. "Was your whimper out of fear or desire?"

  "Desire," she said quietly.

  "Then show me your desire, Jane." His fingers traced her face to her hair where he brushed her curls over shoulders until her hair trailed down her back. "Take me into your lovely mouth, my shundori, and show me your desire for me."

  His fingers curled about her neck and slowly he lowered her head until her lips met the pink tip. His hand fisted around the shaft as he circled her mouth with his erection. Jane let her tongue come out in small, delicate flicks, first testing the feel and taste of him, then purposely drawing short, sucking breaths from him.

  "Long licks, Jane. Trail your tongue along my cock. Let me see the pinkness of it against my skin."

  Jane leaned forward and angled her head so that she slid her tongue from the base of his phallus to the very tip where a pearl-white drop rested. Unable to tear her gaze from his, she reached out and captured the drop with her tongue.

  His lids lowered and Jane watched as he rested his head against the back of the squabs. He did not close his eyes, instead, he traced her cheeks, then her lips as she pleasured him with her tongue. When he began to squirm on the bench and his hand fisted tightly in her hair, she looked up and met his beautiful gaze, rendered turquoise in his desire. "Swallow my cock, Jane." Then with his hand in her hair, he lowered her mouth to his swollen tip, forcing it past her lips, until the hard length of him was in her mouth.

  "Bloody hell," he groaned as he flexed his hips, forcing his length further into her mouth. "You're going to make me come, Jane, and it's too bloody soon." Then he angled his hips again, and Jane sucked on his hard length, eliciting a long groan and a string of words she had never heard used. "Another time," he said, pulling his erection from her mouth. "Another time and I shall allow myself the sinful pleasure of coming in your hot mouth. But now," he said, reaching for her jewelled wrist and dragging her up from her knees. "I want to come inside your scalding heat. Are you hot and wet for me, Jane?"

  He brought her atop him. Parting her thighs, she straddled his muscular legs. She felt shockingly exposed in this position, and she didn't know if she liked it or not.

  "You're hot and wet, I can feel your honey seeping through the silk of my breeches. You're a houri, aren't you?" he whispered as he traced the contours of her body. "You're mine to command, aren't you, Jane?"

  "Gavin...." his name was a breathless sigh as he captured her breasts in his hand. The rocking motion of the coach made her full breasts sway, and Jane saw that he watched them move with a look of longing and hunger.

  "Raise your hands to the ceiling, Jane, and do not lower them until I say you may do so."

  Lowering her bottom onto his lap, Jane reached above her head, her fingers entwined tightly together as the tips brushed the velvet covered ceiling.

  "Up on your knees," he commanded, lifting her from his lap. "Now, arch your back and neck, Jane."

  Closing her eyes, Jane did as he asked. Her long hair trailed down her back until the curling ends grazed against his breeches. Her hips were pushed forward, as were her breasts, and the rhythm of the coach made them sway provocatively until the peaks were hard buds, aching to be touched.

  "Very nice," he purred, as his hands skimmed over her belly and hips. His fingers stole around to her buttocks then to the inner facing of her thighs, only to move up again and glide through the ends of her hair. His hands roamed her body, and Jane felt as though she were a slave he was examining before buying. His touch was soft and provocative, yet masterful, and Jane responded to his words and his touch so easily. "You have a body made for a man to worship, Jane. Soft, welcoming, everything is there to indulge a man and his senses." Her breath left her lungs when he brushed her breasts with his hands, leaving them full and swaying--the nipples painfully hard. He repeated the motion, only this time his touch was firmer, leaving her breasts swaying more. She felt his erection stir beneath her and she saw that he stroked himself slowly while he watched her breasts bounce. "Tell me, Jane." His free hand kneaded a path from her belly to her mound. "How long has it been since you've had a cock imbedded in your sheath?"

  Her lips trembled and she bit them, fighting the urge to whimper and writhe. When she squeezed her eyes shut, he reached for her bottom and spread her thighs further apart, then, sliding his finger along her wetness, he parted her sex and searched for the tight bud of flesh. Slowly he circled it, wetting it, sensitizing it until she lowered herself closer to the erect shaft that he began to rub along her wetness.

  "How long, Jane?" he whispered against her throat, "since you've been with a man? A month?" He licked her neck as he swirled his erection around the bud, slowly building her desire. "A week?"

  She moaned when he traced tiny circles beneath her ear, then matched the rhythm as he traced the outline of her opening. "How long, dearest Jane, since a man has slipped into your body and stretched you?"

  "I-I
... don't know," she panted moving her hips in an attempt to have him slide his erection inside her. But he stilled her with a strong hand on her hip.

  "Has it been a day, Jane?"

  She looked down at him and felt his eyes, accusing and turbulent cut through her desire. When she tried to lower her hands, he shackled her wrists with his fingers and held her arms above her.

  "Has Winterbourne been inside you, Jane?" His eyes swept over her body to where his phallus continued to outline the entrance of her clenching body. When he looked up at her, his eyes were daring and dark. "Have you let him fuck you, Jane?"

  "No."

  His fingers tightened around her wrists and his breathing became harsh in the quiet of the carriage. "How long, Jane? How long has it been since you've felt a man deep inside you, loving you, bringing you to completion?"

  "Never," she whispered as he lowered her arms and brought her lips down against his.

  "Then I shall be the first, Jane."

  Then she felt his hands glide down her bottom and the tip of his shaft was nudging her entrance. "Let me inside, Jane," he whispered, "but only a little. I want to feel you stretch around me, inch by inch."

  She did as he asked, sliding her body onto his erection and not resisting when he planted his hands around her waist and raised her, allowing the very tip of his erection to stay inside her.

  "Again," he commanded.

  Over and over, she sank her body on his length. Each time he allowed her to go further, and each time she moaned and tossed her head back, enjoying the feel of his hard length. When she went to slide down again, he stopped her and instead reached for her wrist, bringing it to his groin so that her fingers curled around his sex. It was hard and slick with her arousal and her stomach clenched as wetness seeped out of her body when she felt what would soon be claiming her. For that was his intention, she knew, as she raised her head and met his gaze. He wanted her to feel him, to know what and who would be deep inside her, loving her, completing her.