Title: I Will Follow To Eternity and Beyond
He hated seeing her cry. He couldn’t stand it when women cried. In normal circumstances, he would have bolted, but being a guest in her home, he found himself running to her rescue, and what he’d found had left him shaken to the core. He had responded to her more powerfully than he’d reacted to some of his most torrid sexual encounters.
His thoughts were in turmoil, and his body still smoldering from the feeling of Catherine’s warm silken flesh beneath his fingers as he’d accidently brushed the underside of her breast while buttoning her shirt. He didn’t think he would ever forget the picture she made; lying on that bed, her hair spread out around her in total disarray, her shirt undone, exposing all her feminine glory to his hungry gaze. She was the most exotic creature he’d ever seen, and he’d seen his share of beautiful women.
It was one of the most difficult things he’d ever had to do, attempting to keep his body under control while trying to be chivalrous. He was thankful Catherine had been too distraught to look at him properly because she would have seen the evidence of her effect on him.
What a damnable situation, he thought savagely, as he tried to get his thoughts back under control so he could return to bed. He doubted he’d be doing any sleeping for the rest of the night. He would be counting the hours until dawn so he could take his leave of Lady Wellesley. She didn’t have to concern herself with making him feel welcome in her home. She made it very clear by her reaction to his genuine offer of help that she found him repulsive.
The unfortunate thing was, although she’d made it very clear that she didn’t welcome his help and he understood her, Titus’ body was not hearing. It was as if it had a mind of its own and couldn’t wait to have her, out of that shirt and exhausted in his arms. With thoughts like these, he just didn’t trust himself around her, so the sooner he left Chatterwoods, the better it would be for his peace of mind.
He never thought when he’d agreed to accompany his sister and brother-in-law to this rural village; he would find the woman who would capture his heart.
Titus had been looking to escape his last bit of fun; she was becoming a bore. Louisa was a very passionate woman who took great pleasure in cuckolding her husband, a man almost twice her age. It was no love match. He had remained with her longer than he’d intended. For one thing, he felt sorry for her. She broke into hysterics every time he brought up the subject of ending things between them. He hated the tears, so Titus had given in, but when she had begun showing up wherever he went, making a nuisance of herself, he knew it was time to end it. How she did it was beyond him, but she seemed to know where he’d be before he even knew himself.
To be honest, he’d fully expected to see her in the guest party. He had breathed a sigh of relief when he had not seen her name on the guest list. But it appeared he had a bigger problem than Louisa if the way his body refused to settle down was any indication.
He lay in the bed, awake until he heard the house beginning to stir, signaling the rising of the other guests. He took his time using the plumbing system that had been installed in the house. The water flowed at a good rate. He found it nice not to have to wait for the servants to carry buckets of hot water to pour into a tub for him to take a bath.
The tub in the washroom was huge. It would require several buckets of water to fill it. It was one of the biggest Titus had ever seen, but at the rate the water was being piped into it, the tub was filled in no time. When he tested the temperature, the water was not very hot. He hadn’t figured out the temperature control correctly. He stepped in and out of the tub almost immediately. It could hardly be called a bath, but it worked to quiet his body. He was able to dress without his irritated appendage getting in the way.
“…steamy, provocative and fresh…” ~Midwest Book review
“a new level of heat!” ~Readers’ Favorite
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