Taffeta & Hotspur (15 page)

She turned halfway, and he found her
gray eyes filled with laughter as she held Valiant out to him and
declared, “Here Valiant, your hero, here to see what progress you
have made.” So saying she shoved the black and white puppy into his
hands.

He was indeed pleased to see the puppy
was thriving and petted him a moment before putting him down and
watching him make his way back to Taffy. She bent, picked him up,
and took him to a cushion where she placed him lovingly, and then
turned to Tarrant and said brightly, “Well and good morning to you,
my lord.”

He went forward, took her hands, and
said softly, “Sunbeam … you slay me with your beauty, and with the
cold shoulder you gave me last night. You had eyes only for
Bruton…”

She laughed. “Did you think so? Then I
have played my part well.”

He frowned. “What game are you at
now?”

“
Ah, you must wait and
see.”

“
No, I must not. I know you
think me a scoundrel, but he truly is.”

“
Oh, I have no doubt of that
… and you? I am not sure what you are yet. I wish you were perhaps
more of a scoundrel…” She glided up to him, and it was more than he
could take. He had her in his arms, and as he kissed her, they
seemed to move in unison, in a flurry of emotion that leapt from
him to her and back to him again. He couldn’t stop, didn’t want to
stop.

~*~

He is the one. Her heart had been
telling her this for some time. She had known beyond any doubt for
some days. When she turned a few moments ago and saw him standing
there, she knew she couldn’t let him leave without making a push to
show him how she felt. He had to feel it too. She sensed it,
wanted—hoped it was so.

He took her into his arms, and she
knew, absolutely, they had to bring this to its completion. This
morning would do as her aunt was gone for the day, and her brother
and uncle were in Parliament. She was free to explore what she was
feeling, and what she was feeling was savage desire.

His ardent kisses took her to another
world. His touch made her forget all else. His voice in her ear
thrilled her senses. She realized she wanted him with a stormy
desire that took hold of her and made her travel through must not
into must!

Letting her go, he threw off his coat.
He went to the door and after locking it, returned to her. Taking
her hand to his lips, he said, “You are driving me mad, Taffy.”
Then he showed her just what that meant. He was feral, his eyes
dark with hunger as he tore at her clothes, whispering words of
need and how he reveled at the silky softness of her skin, and oh,
she wanted him.

She couldn’t speak, she only reacted,
and she wasn’t sure just how her clothes ended up in a pile around
her naked body.

What was she doing? She was in her
aunt’s house and oh, but it felt so right. She was breaking the
rules; she was always breaking all the rules … and this broken
rule, this one might end in breaking her heart.

But, she didn’t want to stop. She
wanted the feeling to go on … and … his mouth was on hers again, as
he lowered her to his greatcoat spread out on the Oriental rug
along with her discarded gown. How had he thought to do that? Had
he done this before? Of course he had done this before … she was
the only fool in the room…

His hands manipulated her breasts, and
his head bent, and the next thing she knew, his tongue licked at
her nipples as he pulled her hands over her head and took control.
She squirmed with the intensity of the sensations he aroused in
her, and she gasped with pleasure as his fingers found and
manipulated the crease between her legs.

He took one nipple between his
forefinger and thumb, bent to lick it, and then teased it with
friction. He licked his palm and rubbed it over her pink pertness
till she arched her back with need. She knew she wanted something
more, and she threw her head back, and said, “Tarrant…”

“
Yes, love … ah, you are
wet, so wet and ready…” he whispered as his fingers traveled into
her canal and pleasured her to the point of distraction.

“
Deeper … push your finger
deeper…”

“
Yes, love…” He did, even as
a feral sound came from his throat, and he explored her with skill
and deftness.

She opened her eyes and watched as he
released his rock hard cock and watched it dance. It occurred to
her he was stallion sized, and she gasped with a sudden fear, “Oh …
no…”

He chuckled, but his voice was hoarse
with hunger, “Oh yes, sweetness, you are so ready for
this…”

She stared and realized she wanted to
touch. She reached for his shaft, ran her hand along its length,
closed her fingers around it, and whispered, “I… Oh my…”

“
We’ll make it fit, steady
now … not yet…” He bent and pushed her back down as he lifted her
butt and got into position to lap the sweet moisture from her
canal.

She began to pump and grind against
his tongue, moving instinctively as her body seemed to know what to
do, and when he nibbled at the nub just inside, she arched up
toward him and released a short wild sound just before she
climaxed. She shuddered with pleasure, was still trembling with the
aftermath as he rubbed his cock against her clit and then
positioned it at the wet opening.

“
There, woman … want that …
want more…?” His voice was hard and rough with the intensity of his
desire.

“
Yes, yes…” she answered.
She would make this big beautiful man hers … and take everything he
had to give, and return the prize in full. And she knew something
else. She loved him with all her heart, and she hoped if he didn’t
love her yet, he would very soon.

“
Ah,” she uttered
breathlessly, “Now Tarrant…”

“
Say my name,” he whispered
as he continued to tease her with his pulsating cock.

“
Tarrant…”

“
No! My name. Say
it.”

“
Thurston…” she growled at
him and then suddenly pulled away from him and got onto her knees.
She looked first into his hungry startled eyes and said, so that he
could not mistake her meaning, “I want this, Thurston—I want you.”
She bent to stroke his shaft with her delicate fingers, dropped a
kiss on its head, licked its length, and stroked it
lovingly.

He uttered a primal sound and grabbed
her hair as she kissed and stroked his hard throbbing dick. Then he
lowered her onto her back once more, spread her legs, and asked her
roughly, “Want it? Want it now inside of you?”

“
Want it now!” she answered,
and she looked into his dark eyes as he tenderly started his
journey.

She groaned with the ecstasy flooding
through her, and as his cock lapped and teased and found her
pleasure point, and she moaned his name. He built her desire to a
frenzy, and she had a moment when she thought she might have to
scream.

His finger joined his cock at the
moisture filled cleft and vibrated her pleasure point until she
climaxed and shuddered uncontrollably once again. She grabbed for
his hands, wanting to touch him in her aftermath of pleasure, a
pleasure she had not believed existed, and holding with the tips of
her fingers, lay back once again and watched him as he positioned
himself.

She was ready; oh, she knew she was
ready.

His voice held a note of astonishment
as he pushed his cock in deeper and then suddenly stopped.
“Taffeta…” he said as he drew up short.

“
What? Why do you stop?” She
squirmed under him and knew the answer to her question. She could
see it on his face. He was momentarily taken aback, and Taffeta was
no fool. He hadn’t expected her to be a virgin. She smiled to
herself and was not at all insulted. She had not behaved like
one.

“
I… I had
thought…”

“
You didn’t know I was a
virgin.” she told him playfully.

“
I… Oh, precious girl … this
will hurt at first.”

She wiggled toward him, trying to
drive him in deeper, and said on a low note, “Then get it over with
quickly, my lord.” It was too late now for regrets, and Taffy did
not believe in regrets. This was the man of her choice, and she had
made her decision—so be it.

He smiled. “There is no other like
you—there never will be.” He dove through her virginity and
whispered, “Ah, sweet girl … a first for both of us…”

And she realized he had never taken a
virgin before. Score one for me, she thought with great pleasure.
That had to mean something, because she rather thought she knew the
Hotspur, and he would not have taken her had he not
cared…

And then there was no time for thought
as sensation took over, and he rocked her body, and she matched his
movements with her instincts guiding her.

She pushed against him as he pumped
into her. She ground into him as he rammed her. He took his cock
out and played at her opening, and she begged him to put it back
in, and he did, and she gave herself to his ministrations with wild
abandon.

She bumped and pumped and climaxed
again as he rocked inside of her, and then all at once he stopped
himself, picked her up, and turned her over to set her on her hands
and knees—grinning all the while as he whispered, “Quick intro
lesson, love…” and rammed into her from behind, holding her
breasts, flicking her nipples, and all she knew was she never
wanted him to stop.

When he went off, he grabbed her
breasts and held her as he pulsated inside of her, and she realized
the amount of control he used to keep himself from shouting
out.

Rolling with her tightly in his arms,
he whispered, “You are a fit for me…” He nibbled at her ear.
“Taffeta, precious little woman, I don’t want to let you go…” He
kissed her tenderly at her neck and whispered her name over and
over, and then suddenly he was all quick efficiency. “Hurry love …
you must get dressed. Too much time has gone by. I don’t want
anyone to know how long I have been here alone with
you…”

“
Doesn’t the Hotspur want
another notch for his belt?” she asked on a half tease.

He frowned darkly. “What do you think
of me?”

She was already pulling her clothes
on, watching him throw on his, “I don’t know … what do you think of
me?”

He grabbed her then and kissed her
long and hard, and with his clothes still a bit askew, threw on his
greatcoat, buttoned it up tightly and said, “Make a bit of a fuss
with your butler after I have left. Ask him if he knows when I
left. Taffy, I won’t have you gossiped about,
understand?”

She peeped at him. “Aye, aye, my
lord.”

“
Taffy!”

“
Yes, yes … right then, be
comfortable about it.”

She watched him leave as she finished
patting her hair in place and went into the hall and ran to the
small window overlooking the street, saw him walk down the avenue
and hail a cab before she rang for Jarvis.

Her butler appeared and she asked,
“Jarvis, did his lordship say when he would be back?”

“
Oh no, my lady. He said he
would show himself in … and I am sorry, I never heard him
leave.”

“
Oh, very well then, thank
you.” She smiled to herself as she hurried upstairs to wash and
change and think of the rakehell Hotspur in the privacy of her
bedroom.

Chapter Ten

Lord Tarrant returned home only to
find a note from Sidmouth that required his immediate
attention.

His services were needed, and there
was no time to loose. He hurriedly jotted down a note for
Taffeta.

Dearest little love,

Business has called me away for a few
days, but know this. I shall miss you with all my heart and await
the moment I can be with you again.

Miss me.

Yours,

Thurston.

He put the sealed note into a lackey’s
hand and sent it off, comfortable in the belief she would smile
when she read it, comfortable he would return and officially make
her his own.

In the meantime, he scarcely had time
to throw water on himself, change his clothes, throw some clothing
in a portmanteau, and call for his coach. Documents in his
possession now had to be delivered as planned.

As he left the city, his thoughts were
not on Wellington, Napoleon, or the fate of his beloved Albion, but
of his wild, unprincipled, unruly, completely mischievous, and
precious love, Taffeta. He adored her with every beat of his heart
and wanted her just as she was.

He had not been certain she was a
virgin, because she was so unreserved, so passionate, so willing…
But egad, when he found she was, his heart swelled with absurd
pride, and a sudden desire to scoop her up, take her home, and
declare to the world she was his woman—his. It had nearly overtaken
his good sense.

Well, that was something he was going
to do very shortly, and as soon as he got back. And he didn’t want
a long engagement either. He wanted her in his bed, in his
house—running his life with her smiles and her laughter and her
wildness… Damn, but he loved her.