Lessons From a Scarlet Lady

Lessons From a Scarlet Lady by Emma Wildes

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rolled up his sleeves. The soap sat in a small porcelain dish perched on the edge of the tub, and as he picked it up, he found that even the slick, wet feel of it aroused him. “Allow me to help you finish, madam.”
    Brianna gave a small gasp as his sudsy hands slid over her exquisite breasts. They felt perfect in the warm water, full, firm, the resilient flesh like satin as he fondled and caressed. Colton took his time, weighing each one in turn, lifting the flesh as if gauging the ripeness. When her nipples hardened against his palms, he smiled, unable to help himself.
    “I am . . .” Brianna said breathlessly, her eyes half closed, “. . . perfectly able to bathe myself.”
    “You are perfect, that is for certain,” Colton responded, his cock so hard he feared he would burst from his breeches.
    At four in the afternoon.
    He washed her slender arms, the nape of her neck, the mesmerizing smoothness of her thighs. When he found the warm softness between her legs, she parted for him, her breathing shifting to small pants as he slid his fingers into heated tightness. The first moan made him long to elicit the second and he leaned forward to kiss her, his hand beginning a rhythmic motion against her sleek, satiny flesh.
    This, he reminded himself, was not why he’d come to talk to her.
    But a delightful change in plans just the same.
    Her inner muscles clenched against his invading fingers and he smiled and deepened the kiss into something more urgent, more carnal.
     
    It was wickedly strange to be touched such a way in broad daylight, but Brianna found she didn’t have one single objection.
    Not one.
    Colton’s mouth was warm and insistent, his tongue sweeping deep, and she touched his face lightly, her damp fingers sliding along his lean jaw as his thumb gently rotated between her parted thighs. Involuntarily she quivered, pleasure spiking through her body to settle in the pit of her stomach.
    “Delightful,” he murmured against her lips. “But I can do even better. I think you are done bathing. Shall we move to the bed?”
    Before she could answer he plunged both arms into the water and lifted her from the tub, heedless of his clothes. Brianna gasped at the audacity of the gesture because it was so unexpected and out of character. “Colton! You’ll get wet.”
    “I’ve an entire wardrobe full of dry clothes in the next room.”
    That was true, but she was still amazed he would act so impetuously. She clung to his broad shoulders as he strode across the room and deposited her dripping body on her bed. Systematically he began to disrobe, his gaze fastened on her. Boots first, tossed carelessly aside in a very unColton-like way, his fine linen shirt—now soaked—unbuttoned and haphazardly discarded, then his breeches, revealing his rampant erection.
    They had never before made love during the day. Naturally the draperies were open, and sunlight fell across his skin, gilding it to gold, defining the sleek, hard muscles of his body, lending highlights to his thick hair. Brianna knew her husband thought she was beautiful, for he had told her so with flattering sincerity, and the evidence of his desire for her was especially obvious at this moment. But she found him beautiful too, in an entirely masculine way, with his lean, hard body and chiseled features. People tended to think of Robert as the handsomest brother because of his roguish charm, but in her not unbiased opinion, Colton was just as attractive if not more so. He didn’t smile often enough, it was true, and she wished that would change, but from the very first time she’d seen him, she had just known .
    He was hers. And she had no intention of sharing him with any other woman.
    She must be making some progress; the staid, reserved man she’d married three months before wouldn’t have hauled her out of her bath in the middle of the afternoon.
    “I want you,” he said, the declaration unnecessary because the physical evidence stood high against his

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