some rest.”
“Yes, you should.”
He took pity on her, rubbing her back, her neck, even her scalp and buttocks until he felt her slipping away into sleep. He lay with her in his arms for the longest time, marveling at the peace he felt, in his body, and in his mind—and a little wary of it too. Sex had become a commodity for him, something he traded in, up to a point, for gain. Vivian couldn’t approach it like that, hadn’t the sophistication to see it thus—yet.
But she felt wonderful in his arms, her curiosity and inherent integrity a refreshing change to a man too used to trading in dark and spoiled emotions. She was right: Duty and pleasure could overlap, delightfully so.
In the morning he might pleasure her, he thought as he drifted off, might bring her the same glorious relief she’d given him. It would be his duty, and the sporting thing to do.
They passed the night easily enough, sleeping in tandem, with Vivian sometimes burrowed against his back, sometimes cradled against his chest. She was a natural at sharing a bed, another thing to like about her. He drifted off on that thought and slept for hours, peacefully for a change.
As a cold, gray light filtered through the curtains, Darius rose to awareness slowly, feeling the heaviness in his groin he usually began his day with, but also a sweet, feminine warmth against his body.
He propped himself on one elbow, brushed the hair back from Vivian’s brow, and kissed her cheek. “Arise, Lady Vivvie. Sweet Philomel calls us from our beds.”
Vivian’s eyes opened, focused, then narrowed. “What, may I ask, are you still doing here?”
Six
Everlasting God, she had to get him out of her bedroom—out of her bed. And there he lay, scratching his chest and stretching like that worthless cat.
“Good morning to you too.” He offered her a sleepy smile and flipped back the covers to cross the room in all his oblivious nudity. Vivian turned away, but not before she caught sight of his arousal, and she had to swallow back a howl of sheer… upset.
William must hate her, to put her into the keeping of a man built like that. In the cold light of morning, she saw there was no way she could couple with Darius Lindsey and not be rent asunder. Women bore children, true, but they also died bearing children, probably the children of great, oversized, handsome louts like him.
He moved behind the privacy screen, but his height meant Vivian knew exactly where he was, and her ears told her exactly what he was about.
“So, Vivvie,” he said around a mouthful of her toothbrush. “I take it you aren’t a morning person?”
“I am a morning person.” She hiked the covers up to her chin. “I am not a waken-to-find-your-hands-on-me person.”
“You’re shy in the morning,” he concluded, not sounding at all disconcerted. “I used to be, but then, I am in charity with life today, and you can’t bring quite the same good cheer to the morning I can.”
“And why is that?”
“You’re frustrated.” He shrugged, his smile sweet as he— all of him —came into view. “While I’ve been recently sated, after a fashion. Shall I relieve your frustration?”
She nodded firmly. “By leaving this room.”
She thought he was going to oblige when he ambled over to the door in all his glory, but he merely stuck his head into the corridor and bellowed instructions to the house at large. When he strolled over to the bed, it was obvious his interest in the day was still… aroused.
She spared his erection a shuddering glance. “Can’t you do something about that?”
“I’d rather you do something about it.” He yawned again and climbed in beside her. “I suppose you being shy in the morning, that’s a little much to ask for our first time.”
“Will you leave me in peace?” She hissed it, and some of her upset must have gotten through to him, because his smile faded.
He tucked the covers around her shoulders. “Here’s how I see it, Vivvie: the more
“Yes, you should.”
He took pity on her, rubbing her back, her neck, even her scalp and buttocks until he felt her slipping away into sleep. He lay with her in his arms for the longest time, marveling at the peace he felt, in his body, and in his mind—and a little wary of it too. Sex had become a commodity for him, something he traded in, up to a point, for gain. Vivian couldn’t approach it like that, hadn’t the sophistication to see it thus—yet.
But she felt wonderful in his arms, her curiosity and inherent integrity a refreshing change to a man too used to trading in dark and spoiled emotions. She was right: Duty and pleasure could overlap, delightfully so.
In the morning he might pleasure her, he thought as he drifted off, might bring her the same glorious relief she’d given him. It would be his duty, and the sporting thing to do.
They passed the night easily enough, sleeping in tandem, with Vivian sometimes burrowed against his back, sometimes cradled against his chest. She was a natural at sharing a bed, another thing to like about her. He drifted off on that thought and slept for hours, peacefully for a change.
As a cold, gray light filtered through the curtains, Darius rose to awareness slowly, feeling the heaviness in his groin he usually began his day with, but also a sweet, feminine warmth against his body.
He propped himself on one elbow, brushed the hair back from Vivian’s brow, and kissed her cheek. “Arise, Lady Vivvie. Sweet Philomel calls us from our beds.”
Vivian’s eyes opened, focused, then narrowed. “What, may I ask, are you still doing here?”
Six
Everlasting God, she had to get him out of her bedroom—out of her bed. And there he lay, scratching his chest and stretching like that worthless cat.
“Good morning to you too.” He offered her a sleepy smile and flipped back the covers to cross the room in all his oblivious nudity. Vivian turned away, but not before she caught sight of his arousal, and she had to swallow back a howl of sheer… upset.
William must hate her, to put her into the keeping of a man built like that. In the cold light of morning, she saw there was no way she could couple with Darius Lindsey and not be rent asunder. Women bore children, true, but they also died bearing children, probably the children of great, oversized, handsome louts like him.
He moved behind the privacy screen, but his height meant Vivian knew exactly where he was, and her ears told her exactly what he was about.
“So, Vivvie,” he said around a mouthful of her toothbrush. “I take it you aren’t a morning person?”
“I am a morning person.” She hiked the covers up to her chin. “I am not a waken-to-find-your-hands-on-me person.”
“You’re shy in the morning,” he concluded, not sounding at all disconcerted. “I used to be, but then, I am in charity with life today, and you can’t bring quite the same good cheer to the morning I can.”
“And why is that?”
“You’re frustrated.” He shrugged, his smile sweet as he— all of him —came into view. “While I’ve been recently sated, after a fashion. Shall I relieve your frustration?”
She nodded firmly. “By leaving this room.”
She thought he was going to oblige when he ambled over to the door in all his glory, but he merely stuck his head into the corridor and bellowed instructions to the house at large. When he strolled over to the bed, it was obvious his interest in the day was still… aroused.
She spared his erection a shuddering glance. “Can’t you do something about that?”
“I’d rather you do something about it.” He yawned again and climbed in beside her. “I suppose you being shy in the morning, that’s a little much to ask for our first time.”
“Will you leave me in peace?” She hissed it, and some of her upset must have gotten through to him, because his smile faded.
He tucked the covers around her shoulders. “Here’s how I see it, Vivvie: the more
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