We both stood there panting, our faces so close, but yet, not touching; him in his tux with the purple brocade vest, me in my vintage inspired lace wedding dress, the sexual tension crackling in the air between us like a raging electrical storm about to go nuclear.
I told Ethan what I wanted.
“I n-need to get ready for you,” I managed on a shaky breath, hoping he understood this was something important to me.
He swallowed hard, making his Adam’s apple flex at his throat. “All right,” he said slowly. “I’ll do the same.”
I looked back to where the glow from the en suite bathroom showed me the way. “Where will you go?” I asked him, feeling slightly guilty about kicking him out, even if for just a short while.
“The adjoining bedroom is also very nice.” He gestured toward a door in the wall to the left of the bed. “These old manor houses always had lord and lady connecting bedrooms so they could meet up for the real important, private stuff that happened in the night.” He drew a finger across the low neckline of my bodice, moving especially slow over the swell of my breasts sitting against the lace of my gown.
“Oh? The important private stuff you say.”
“Undoubtedly, baby. The shagging…is…very…very…very…important.” He gave me soft, seductive kisses between each of the words.
“Which room are we in right now? Lord’s or lady’s?” I asked breathlessly.
He shrugged. “No idea. Don’t care either. I shag and sleep wherever my lady is, and I always will. Pick a room, Mrs. Blackstone.”
I sighed with need and forced myself to take a step backward, creating some distance between our bodies. “Okay…how does this room in fifteen minutes sound?” I stepped backward again, moving closer toward the bathroom door, my eyes never leaving his blues as they tracked my movements.
Those same beautiful blue eyes also glittered at me with all the shuttered heat of a man who would be ravishing me very soon. Please, and thank you.
He gave me the serious Ethan-stare, the one I’d seen many times and was well familiar with—the one raw with male prowess…and the overpowering sexual dominance.
“Like fifteen minutes too fucking long, my beauty.”