Regency Rogues Omnibus (106 page)

“Your pleasure,” Affinity whispered, clasping her hand over his hands where he held her bare hips. She started to lift her body upright with her words. “I want to give you as much pleasure as you have given me.”

“I see. Would you like me to take your virginity so that you could plot to ensnare me into marriage?” Law accused her harshly, dragging Affinity down onto the bed again with his hands clamped over her wrists.

He tugged her wrists over her head with the weight of his body cradled between her bare thighs, as she cried softly, “No, that is not my intention!”

He glared down at her noticing her crooked front tooth and the light freckles across her nose. Lady Affinity Redgrift was a terrible liar, it shown straight through her hazel eyes sprinkled with gold flecks. Her long brown hair fanned out on the bed around them as she looked up at him seriously. “I would want no one that did not want me. I just . . . I just wanted to investigate the possibility.”

“These events are absurd for a lady,” he accused.

She huffed with telltale tears shining in her eyes. “I am original or trying to be and I would never try to ensnare you with the taking of my virginity!”

“And my proof lies here?” Law asked roughly, as he humped his hips against her.

“Oh,” she gasped, and if it was from what he said or the feel, he was unsure. “I swear I would never ensnare you and I would put it to paper vowing it. I simply find you attractive, besides I won’t let you take my virginity!”

Law snorted. The woman was completely mad, yet her voluptuous body moving beneath his was waking his cock again. Incredible! “So all this is simply because you find me attractive? You pry like a criminal into my life, break into my home, steal my possessions . . . And this is supposed to endear me to you?”

Affinity gasped, biting her bottom lip with that endearing crooked tooth of hers, and then she blurted, “Well you
are
here and-and, I want to do it again!”

“Lord.” Law swore, just as he pushed his body forcefully upward, releasing Affinity’s wrists. Then, he shoved upright off the bed. If he stayed in that position any longer he would be, “doing it,” again as Affinity put it.

Affinity came upright in the bed as he landed on his feet beside it and as she did so the nightgown’s exposure traded places. The filmy white material fell down over her hips, but the top with its loose collar slid down over her breasts baring them. Some buttons must have come undone surely, he thought, as he ogled her very large breasts. “Cover yourself!” he charged. It was furthest from what he really wanted, which was to play in the bounty of her tits for hours.

“
No
,” Affinity quipped “Don’t you like them?”

She came up on her knees on the bed letting the gown fall to her hips and upper arms as she thrust the large melons of her breasts at him. It was as though she challenged him and her nipples were rucked outward like twin bullets. He had never seen anything so extraordinary. His fingers curled into his palms. “I ought to turn you over my knee,” he accused harshly, turning his gaze away from those opulent breasts with a great deal of willpower.

“Is that exciting, Law?” Affinity asked with an eager voice. “In a sexual way?”

“Good Lord,” he swore with his gaze tracing back to her breasts. “Is that all you think of?”

“Yes,” she answered without hesitation, and while swaying those beautiful breasts before him. “With you, about you, it is all that I think about!”

He was rather stunned. She appeared so honest. It shown heatedly through her hazel eyes and he had to admit she was bared to him. He did not think that he’d ever experienced being the object of another person’s desire before. It was unsettling. Could that be all that this was? Could all these events that had transpired simply be because of Affinity’s lust and interest in him? He was well read and knowledgeable about the fact that women were purporting to revel in the use of their sexual wiles to ensnare men in the great meanderings of fiction. Purposely, he began to move about the room, looking at Affinity’s things, but mostly to keep his gaze from Affinity’s compelling posture.

And added to that, he left her answer hanging a lonely death.

Oh no, he was not going to acknowledge her confession!
Affinity bit her bottom lip, watching Law’s tall shape traverse her room. How could he ignore her enticing near nakedness? Everything that Madam DeJonge had said meant that Law should be on the bed with her with a hard penis, not looking through her things. She really wished that he would quit doing that also. However, she imagined that he had the right to do it. But she was going to lose him! And here she had him beside her without any scheme of her own and now she was going to lose him.

Then suddenly, Affinity’s gaze focused on what Law held up in his hand. It was
her
diary! She bounced off the bed with her gown falling below her belly button. “Give that to me! That is mine!”

Affinity stopped at Law’s back as he turned to face her with his hands and her diary behind his back. “And this is your personal journal?” he asked, with his voice dripping in newfound slyness.

“It is mine!” she exclaimed, trying to reach behind him, but each time his larger body turned blocking her reach. “Oh you cannot have that, give it back!”

“Where is my journal, Affinity?” Law asked firmly.

Affinity stopped bouncing around in front of Law and looked up into his dark eyes. Of course, what an idiot she was! Then abruptly she turned and ran back to the bed, diving under the pillow for Law’s journal. Once her fingers curled around the leather binding she turned and rushed back to him.

“I never should have taken this and I do so apologize. I had every intention of returning it!” Affinity exclaimed breathlessly, holding the journal up to Law, who snatched it from her immediately.

Affinity watched Law’s journal disappear behind his back and when his hand returned it was empty. “But where is
my
diary?” she started to exclaim, however, she never got to finish, because suddenly Law’s free arm was clamped over the small of her back. He tugged her up against his unmoving body, jostling her breasts highly, as the air jerked from her lungs. Then, his upper body pressed forward, further and further, until the buttons on his jacket were biting into the bare flesh of her breasts and she was dangling arched over his forearm.

Oh dear.
Affinity clutched Law’s broad shoulders on either side with her long hair pooling on the floor. His lips were a breath away, over the top of her lips. “I will keep both.” His warm breath seared her lips. “Kiss me,” he commanded.

Then, in her heightened confusion and well . . . to be honest, her arousing excitement, she only really registered the, “kissing,” part of Law’s words. That compelled her, as her entire body and mind were already allured to do, into the kissing him in a most urgent fashion. However, if she started out the first to kiss, as Law commanded, within one second she was the one being kissed. Consumed was a better word.
Oh my God,
and she could smell the scent of her desire still clinging to him. She could taste herself on his mouth. A mouth that plucked her lips open, just before his tongue swept inside. She moaned senselessly beneath the deeply wild kiss, and she remembered only one instruction coherently from Madam DeJonge’s edification on French kissing. Suck.

Lord, where had she learned that?
He should not be surprised, Law thought as he plunged his tongue repeatedly into Affinity’s sweetly hot mouth and she sucked his tongue with abandon. The feel of her dainty inner mouth suckled around his wider tongue nearly lost him again as he carried her back to the bed. Yet this time he kept his will stronger . . . barely, as he kissed Affinity senseless for long drugging moments. He knew that she was completely dazed, when he lifted his lips from hers, because he was nearly so himself.

“If you speak one word of my hidden work as the Benefactor, Affinity Redgrift, I
will
publish your diary,” Law said in a deep husky-roughened voice against Affinity’s lips.

“W-What?” Affinity squeaked, trying to drag her mind into clearing her thoughts. She had heard the words, published and diary. Publish, diary? Her eyes popped open, though lethargically.

“Law!” she exclaimed, but her voice was too husky to sound sharp, and she suddenly realized that Law was gone! She propped up on her elbows with a wobble, looking about the room and the open French door beyond. Law had seduced her with a kiss, and then he’d stolen her diary.

Affinity’s bottom lip quivered, and then she burst out laughing. Oh she should not be joyous, because it was terrible that Law now had her personal diary. But all she could truly think of in her befuddled and aroused state was that this was all going rather well!

Chapter Ten

. . . My life changed today. It is amazing that it can happen as quickly as that. I have been warring against my existence for a long time. I know the anger inside me has been simmering with indignation for months since starting this first London season. Since I first realized that I have been marked as unwanted and undesired by London’s finest.

What a large hole to crawl out of with my silly young dreams of simply wanting to dance with a gentleman. A dance I shall never have.

However, today I threw away those silly young girl dreams and became a woman instead. A woman that will dare to do or to try anything to create the possibilities that I so long for . . .

Law dipped his head looking at the toes of his boots with his legs stretched out in front of him and crossed at the ankles. He knew about dreams and longing. However, he wondered if he were truly as brave as Affinity? He thought not as he looked down at the open page of her diary. He’d decided that he would not rifle through her entire life by reading the larger part of her written words. Nonetheless, he was compelled, well actually overpowered, to read her thoughts since they’d first met. He consoled himself with the fact that it was now his right.

Simply a dance,
he thought. Magdalena had danced with him once, just a silly twirl around the room. They’d known each other so briefly, actually one week all told, but for some unfathomable reason he knew that Magdalena would like Lady Affinity Redgrift. They both possessed true spirit of life and dauntless bravery to see it through. He realized now, they both possessed much more courage than he did. He who had hidden, afraid to try again, afraid to forgive himself. A forgiveness that Magdalena would have demanded of him if she were alive. Her life and spirit showed him that.

Law turned his gaze to the next passage in Affinity’s diary and he saw his name written there.

. . . Lawrence Fabier St. Martin. How can one look . . . one feeling of a man’s aura, enamor me so? Am I so desperate? Am I so lost? . . .

“No,” Law muttered. “No, Affinity.”

. . . Yet, I will follow my heart. I will say that I deserve to, for if I am not brave enough to do this, then I am not worthy enough. But oh, he attracts me so and each new thing that I learn about him makes my heartbeat flutter and my senses come more alive. Dare I say, even to myself, how much I long to be close to him . . .

Law tilted his head back closing his eyes. Affinity was simply attracted to him. There was no other nefarious reason. She was simply a woman using her god given and sweetly turned wiles upon him. Should he be aghast at her audacity, taken back by her complete boldness, concerned about her unconventional methods or should he simply be flattered?

He chuckled then, unbidden, and the image of Affinity with her hair flowing about her and her breasts bared to his gaze, slipped through his mind. She had vowed passionately that she was not out to catch him by seducing him into taking her virginity, then crying foul. And now he believed her. What was it that he’d written to himself in his journal . . . that he wondered if a woman ever thought to touch a man’s nipple? Affinity would. Surely, she was a creature of passion. He began reading again

. . . I climaxed, just watching Law. With only my gaze upon him . . .

Law inhaled an instantly heated breath.

. . . The pleasure of it thrashed through my pussy like a tempest storm as I looked at Law’s hard cock bared to my view . . .

My God, she’d been watching him! Of course she had, yet he’d never realized. Those moments, those events were obscured in his voracious arousal at the time. Now his cock was hard, now his cock was calling to her with the thought that she had secretly watched him so intimately and what her reaction to it had been. Then, he realized in his pondering that he’d only scratched the surface of erotic nature. This, here . . . them. That was the stuff of full-bodied carnal making.

. . . The heat of Law touching my cheek, my throat, searing my skin. The feel of his chest compressing my breasts. The power of his body encompassing me. His thighs so unyielding and his height over me. But then, I felt true desire . . . Law’s rigid cock pressed into my belly. The feel of it flooded my pussy, making the sheath inside me ache and throb. Then, I touched him. I could not help myself. I had to! I touched the heated head of a man’s cock this day. I caressed my finger through the slit and it became wet with his seed dripping there . . .