For a moment she couldn't respond. What did that mean? They could continue where they'd left off. She had the journal, and surely he'd be able to think of something, as well. If nothing else, he could go through the library, and then the master bedroom, and see if there had been any other clues left around.
They'd be able to find more clues. The more she repeated it to herself, the better it sounded.
"No," she said, firmly. "This is just temporary. We'll get by."
She started walking back across the room toward him. He looked up at her, his eyes unfocused and tired. Then she closed her eyes and pressed her lips against his.
He hadn't shaved in a couple of days and his stubble was scratchy, and for a moment she almost pulled away. Then he melted into her and stood up to meet her. She could feel his arms tightening around her waist, and then he lifted her easily up off the ground until she stood as tall as he.
He pulled away and Mary saw that he was already looking stronger, more self-sure, but there was doubt there, as well.
"We can't."
"We can," she said. Her fingers started working at the buttons of his waistcoat without waiting for permission "And I think I'd like to."
He smiled faintly. "No, we can't."
Mary undid the last button and pulled his waistcoat open.
"James Poole, if you don't get this corset off me, I'm never letting you back into my father's house again."
He kissed her again, hard, and she could feel the electric want that was running through him.
"If you put it that way…"
He picked her up again and carried her through the door into the bedroom, then set her down on the bed. Mary could feel her breaths coming short and hard. She could breathe in her corset, though she'd been afraid of it when she was just a girl. Most of the time.
But now, it seemed as if she couldn't take a deep enough breath to cool off the heat in her chest. He started undoing buttons on her dress, from the top down, but there were so many. She wanted it off.
Then he undid the tie on her corset and pulled it loose, then undid that as well. Her vision blacked out as she breathed in, her head tingling from the heady mix of arousal and too-much oxygen. By the time her vision came back, she could feel James's fingers on her, rubbing.
Her stomach tightened. She thought she'd been mad, before, with lust. But now she saw that had been only the tip of the iceberg, a small part of a much larger feeling. She needed him.
She reached desperately for him, and found that he was still clothed.
"That's not fair," she said softly. "I wanted to—"
James put a finger to her lips to silence her, never stopping his ministrations down below. The tightness in her belly got worse, and worse, and then something exploded behind her eyes. She came to a moment later, and reached up for James's lips.
He leaned down, reaching a hand between them to unbuckle his belt. They were pressed together and she could feel his hard want for her straining against his trousers.
"Let me help," she said softly.
She knelt down and undid his trousers, letting them fall. Then she kissed him and felt his hand on her shoulders, encouraging her further.
She felt an ache deep inside her, but she continued, taking him into her mouth. She could feel him shaking with arousal and excitement, and she sm
iled. This was a powerful feeling.
She stood back up and let James lay her back onto the bed. Then his hands spread her thighs, and he pressed against her entrance. She had heard this part would hurt, and she grit her teeth in preparation for the pain.
James hesitated, and she could feel it.
"If you don't want to—"
Mary opened her eyes and held a hand up to his face, strained with mixed arousal and control.
"Don't stop now, Mr. Poole, when you were doing so well."