But only after she scolded Dorothy for leading Gabriel on and making him believe they would be husband and wife. She had been concerned for his welfare once Dorothy broke the news, but eventually she was more focused on her daughter’s happiness than anything else.
Dorothy did feel a little stab of regret for Gabriel. He had been prepared to marry her and loved her in his own way, but Dorothy knew it wouldn’t have been happy. She wouldn’t be able to be what Gabriel wanted, and he wouldn’t be able to live up to Lucas. Dorothy didn’t want to be unkind to Gabriel, and she did feel guilty for allowing him to court her in the belief that it was the right thing to do for herself.
She had hurt him; she knew that. Gabriel had left abruptly once he heard about the engagement, and Dorothy hadn’t heard from him since. She could only hope that he was alright, and that he would forgive her.
“Dorothy.” Lucas tapped her nose with his finger. “You’re thinking again. It’s making you frown.”
“Oh.” Dorothy sighed and leaned her head on his shoulder. “I was hoping that Gabriel was well. I feel bad for his outcome.”
“You don’t need to worry about him. Things are going to look up for him shortly.”
“How do you know?”
Lucas grinned and kissed her forehead.
“You’ll see.”
Dorothy cuddled into him as he pressed kisses down her face, over her cheek, and to her mouth. What started out as something sweet and light became hot and heavy, and Lucas was cupping her head in his hands, keeping her practically immobile to his sensual onslaught.
It was like everything he had been holding in was coming out now, and Dorothy could feel it washing over her. So many weeks having to behave, unable to sneak away and see each other for even just a few minutes. It was all coming out now.
Dorothy just wanted to get her hands on him now.
“God, I can’t wait until we find somewhere to stop,” Lucas growled, grabbing her and dragging her onto his lap. “It’s been too long. I’m not waiting.”
Dorothy didn’t stop him as he pushed her skirts up so she could straddle his waist easier, the warm air tickling her bare thighs. His hardness pressed against her, causing her to moan and rock on him. Still growling, Lucas tugged the sleeves of her dress, pulling everything down. Her arms momentarily pinned to her sides, Dorothy managed to get them out, and then her dress and stays ended up pooled around her waist, leaving her naked on his lap.
For a moment, Lucas stared at her, his eyes devouring the sight of her. Then he was pulling her close, sucking her breast into his mouth. Moaning, Dorothy grabbed at his head, and her hips moved of their own accord, rolling and rocking on his lap. God, she had missed the feel of his mouth and tongue on her, teasing her body until she felt like a knot that needed to come apart.
And he had barely touched her anywhere else.
Lucas’ hands slid down her back and grasped her backside through her dress. Then they were sliding under her skirts, travelling up her thighs. His fingers brushed against the curls between her legs, and then he pulled back.
“You’re not wearing any drawers.”
Dorothy grinned.
“I wanted to surprise you. Less clothing to take off.”
Lucas’ expression said he would have his heart stopping if this carried on. His fingers buried inside her as he took her mouth again, the angle of his fingers making Dorothy’s head spin. The ferocity in which he took her was like a tidal wave, and it felt incredible.
Before she knew what was happening, Lucas had tipped her off his lap and onto the seat across from them. He shoved her skirts up, moving between her thighs as he released himself from his breeches. Dorothy was sure that the coach driver could hear her moans the moment Lucas thrust inside her, pressing her against the seat. Her whole body was trembling, and even the awkward angle didn’t take away how good this felt.
“Dorothy,” Lucas groaned, wrapping her legs around his waist as he began thrusting his hips. “My sweet Dorothy.”
There was certainly nothing sweet about the way they made love. It was fierce and intense, Dorothy could only clutch onto Lucas and hold on as he ravished her, his hands keeping her hips still as he lavished attention on her breasts with his mouth. He was like a wild animal.
Dorothy wasn’t about to complain. Especially not when it was the most erotic thing she had ever experienced.
Her climax broke apart, leaving her gasping for air as Lucas barely let her come down before building her back up again. He seemed to be playing to his own music sheet, toying with Dorothy’s body before he made her break again. It was making her writhe underneath him.
She was still coming down from the second climax when Lucas finally found his release, his own body shaking as he froze. For a moment, he was like a statue, and then he was slowly lowering himself to wrap his arms around Dorothy. He lifted her and sat back on his seat, Dorothy on his lap and still inside her. Dorothy’s head was on his shoulder, waiting for her heart to stop feeling like it wanted to burst out of her chest.
“Well,” Lucas’ voice was breathless when he finally spoke, “that’s the first time I’ve done that.”
“What?” Dorothy lifted her head. “Got married?”
“Made love to a woman in a carriage. I’m not normally that … adventurous.”