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Authors: Marissa Day

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But these two did not notice her. They had eyes for only each other. The young man wrapped both arms around the girl’s waist. As their bodies pressed together, levity deserted the couple.

“Julian…” the girl whispered.

“Hush, Melissa. I know.”

Julian cupped Melissa’s delicate face in both his hands, and lowered his mouth to hers. It was an open, heated kiss these two shared, unabashed and unhurried. Alicia stared, clenching her cinnabar brooch. Julian’s hands slid up Melissa’s back, slowly, as if he treasured each inch of netted satin that passed under his palms. Then he drew his fingers around to the side, brushing Melissa’s breasts so that she hummed low in her throat, even as her mouth continued to work against his.

At last they broke the kiss. Alicia thought they would leave, but they stayed pressed against each other, smiling into each other’s eyes.

“I need you.” Melissa laced her fingers into her lover’s dark hair. “Please, Julian.”

“Oh, my dear,” Julian breathed, and kissed her again, flicking his tongue lightly against her lips. “I want you so. But we should take care…”

“Please,” whispered Melissa once more.

Julian, it seemed, had no heart to refuse her. Again they kissed, and Melissa’s hands wandered freely over her lover’s body, touching everywhere; shoulders, chest, muscled thighs, and lingering especially over his taut buttocks. Julian sighed and growled and pulled Melissa closer, crushing her soft body against him, rubbing his hips against hers until she gasped.

Alicia knew she should close her eyes. She should back away. But she could not move.

Julian turned Melissa in the circle of his arms so that her back was to him. He ran his hands lightly down her front, pausing at her breasts, stroking them lightly but thoroughly, so that she shivered against him and he smiled wickedly. Then he leaned her forward, keeping one arm wrapped about her waist and his hips pressed firmly against her as he opened the tapes of her dress with his other hand. Julian was more expert at such work than Alicia would have expected a man to be, for in a matter of moments, he was able to draw Melissa’s shining ball gown over her head and lay it aside on the ironwork bench.

Melissa swung her arms up over her head and pirouetted on her toes to face her lover. The moonlight turned her chemise translucent, showing up her curved figure in clear silhouette. Julian went down on one knee and held out both hands. Melissa walked gracefully into his arms, fully aware, it seemed, of her own beauty in that moment.

Slowly, Alicia became aware of a strange sensation. The soft, gray mists that always seemed to cradle her thoughts had thinned. In their place came an awareness of confinement, as if she pressed up against the cold, mullioned windows of the conservatory, watching the lovers from the far side.

Julian wrapped his arms around Melissa, bringing her close, so he could rub his face against her belly. It was an intimate gesture, and the sensation of division, of the glass wall, inside Alicia’s mind strengthened. What was it these two had in them that she did not? She had searched and searched for answers to such questions, but her inability to comprehend had never seemed to her as monstrously unfair as it did in this moment.

Julian stood, dragging his hands up Melissa’s rib cage, holding her gaze with his own as he brought his hands to her sloping
shoulders. She was breathing hard, and her eyes were half-lidded. Melissa arched her back, and Julian pushed her chemise down to bare her breasts to the moonlight and his flashing gaze.

“Is it not beautiful?” said a man’s voice.

Shock caused Alicia to shoot upright.

“Don’t worry, Alicia,” whispered the man, and now she thought she heard a smile in his deep voice. “It’s quite all right.”

Now she recognized the voice. Lord Carstairs, her fiancé, stood behind her, and very close. She could sense the warmth and solidity of his body, and catch his masculine scent of leather, spice and brandy even over the heady aroma of the orange trees.

It was not possible to expire of shock, not really, but in that moment Alicia wished she could. Perhaps she could manage a faint. Her knees felt weak enough to buckle credibly.

On the other side of the screen of trees and greenery, Julian murmured to his Melissa. He closed his hands over both her bared breasts, kneading them firmly, watching the delight on her face. She grasped his forearms, pressing herself toward him.

“I was leaving,” Alicia whispered, to Lord Carstairs and to herself, even as she watched Julian’s hands working against Melissa’s soft, white breasts. His fingertips grasped his lover’s ruched nipple and rolled it back and forth. Melissa pressed her hand over her mouth to stifle her moan.

“I was leaving,” Alicia said again.

“Shhh…” Lord Carstairs reached around and pressed two fingers lightly against Alicia’s lips. His other hand grasped her arm so that his palm rested against the small space of skin between her sleeve and the top of her glove. “Be patient a moment. I will get us both away.”

Lord Carstairs’s hands were warm. Somewhere, distantly,
Alicia was aware of the warmth from his skin spreading down her arms to pool low in her belly. It was a gentle touch, but not soft. It would not be right if it was soft; she was oddly sure of that. Her lips felt callouses on his fingertips, perhaps from the ropes he’d handled as a sailor. Suddenly, strangely, Alicia wanted very much to take those fingers into her mouth.

Lord Carstairs removed his hand from her mouth, but slowly, drawing his calloused fingers across her lips, leaving trails of light behind.

Julian was murmuring to Melissa. Reflexively, Alicia leaned forward, straining to hear. Her left hand pressed tight against her own belly. Lord Carstairs showed no sign of moving, or of taking his heavy, broad hand from her arm. She should pull away. This was wrong of her, of them. If he would not take her out of here, she should leave on her own. What this other couple did, the way they now lay down on the tiled floor so Julian could kiss his way down the curve of Melissa’s body…This was indecent. But watching it, staring at it—that was worse. As Julian’s hands slowly pushed Melissa’s muslin chemise up over her thighs until he exposed the tangled nest of gleaming curls between them, Alicia knew she should at the very least turn away. This struggle inside her, this push of her awareness against the glass wall inside her mind, this was dangerous. She felt that instinctively. There was danger here. She must retreat, back into the safe, gray, distant place where she had always existed. Where she was safe.

What is this? Where do these thoughts come from?
A shudder ran through Alicia and she clutched her brooch until its figured edges bit into her hand.

Slowly, almost reverently, Julian lowered his head to Melissa’s naked thighs. He kissed first one, then the other, as his hands
shifted them apart. Melissa sighed against one hand while the other tangled in Julian’s hair, urging him closer. Despite her urging, despite her sighs, Julian moved slowly, kissing and licking, but at last he pressed his smiling mouth to those dark curls. Melissa’s hips lifted, and he tucked his hands beneath her, kneading and squeezing her buttocks as he had her breasts. He began to lick her there as well, hard and firm. Melissa clenched her eyes shut and pressed her hand more tightly over her mouth to smother her cries. The fingers of her other hand she knotted tightly in Julian’s hair, holding him in place, demanding that he continue.

“We can go now,” breathed Lord Carstairs into Alicia’s ear. “If you wish.”

A question waited beneath those words. Could Lord Carstairs honestly believe she wanted to stay here and
watch
? She didn’t. She couldn’t explain this paralysis that left her unable to so much as turn away from the sight of Julian’s hot, wicked actions with mouth and hands, and Melissa’s wanton delight in all he did to her body.

And yet, she still couldn’t move. Melissa had begun to thrash madly. Julian moaned against her and gripped her thighs as his mouth pressed more tightly against her. Something was happening, some change. Melissa’s delight had taken on a fever pitch, and Julian held her hips tightly, squeezing and lifting her to his wicked kisses, taking her further, and further still, into the strange and dangerous world of delight.

“Please,” whispered Alicia. “Take me out of here.”

“Come, then, Alicia.” Gently but firmly, Lord Carstairs guided her toward the door.

Two

B
y the time they reached the corridor, Lord Carstairs had smoothly rearranged his hold, so that Alicia’s hand rested properly on his sleeve and she was in step at his side.

“We should return to the party,” she said. How had she come to be so short of breath? “Everyone will be wondering where we’ve gotten to.”

“They will think they know were we’ve gotten to.” Lord Carstairs was not walking easily. There seemed to be a tension all about his body. “We should talk for a moment, you and I. Is there someplace we can be private?”

He’s going to call off the wedding
. Alicia’s hand rose immediately to her brooch as her throat tightened. The ribbon strained against her neck.
He is repulsed by my behavior, and I cannot blame him. I must be going mad.

“I am not going to call off the wedding, if that’s what’s turned you so pale. But we do need to talk.”

“Of course.” After a moment’s thought, Alicia led him down
a small side corridor and through the door to Aunt Mary’s music room. No need had been anticipated for this little room during the celebration so it was quite dark and cool. Alicia felt her way around the sofa and skirted the pianoforte so she could pull the curtains back and allow in enough moonlight to see by. When she turned again, she saw that her fiancé faced her squarely, one foot set slightly before the other. It was the stance of a man used to the roll and pitch of a ship’s deck. Once again she was struck by the sheer size of him. Were he to wrap her in his embrace, she would be utterly engulfed.

Why am I thinking of that?
She clutched her brooch until the ribbon’s clasp bit into the back of her neck.
I must collect myself. I must be calm.

Alicia took a deep breath. “Lord Carstairs…”

“Edward.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“We are to be married in three weeks, and we are quite private here.” He glanced toward the door, as if to make certain he spoke the truth. “I think we can use each other’s Christian names; don’t you, Alicia?”

“Yes. Yes, of course. Edward.”

“Thank you.” He bowed slightly. It occurred to her he might be teasing. She could never tell when she was being teased. Irritation rippled through her. So much had happened that she didn’t understand; her response to what she had witnessed, the press of the glass wall inside her mind, her fiancé’s calm acceptance of her outrageous behavior, this seemed insult added to injury.

“Alicia,” said Lord Carstairs—Edward. “I don’t want you to be concerned about what happened in the conservatory.”

She stared dumbly at him.

Edward stepped around the sofa, coming to stand directly in front of her. “If you experienced some…curiosity at what you inadvertently witnessed, it is quite normal and natural.”

Alicia frowned. Curiosity? She considered the word, sorting through her store of emotional references. No. That was too mild a word for what she’d experienced. There was no heat in it, no conflict.

“Alicia?” Edward touched her arm again. She wished there were more light. She wanted to see him plainly. She wanted…she wanted him to do something, to somehow recognize the wall that trapped her. It was as if some part of her thought his recognition could break that wall down.

Or perhaps it was not recognition that was needed. Perhaps it was action.

“Can you make me feel that?” she blurted out.

“Feel what?” Edward lifted his hand away from her.

“What she…what Melissa felt, from Julian. Can you do that?” Oh, she had gone mad. Entirely mad. But she felt she was being smothered. She had to find some way to fight free.

The muscles of Edward’s face shifted. He was holding something back. Slowly and deliberately, he folded his hands behind him. “I have some skill at the art of passion,” he said soberly. “But it is not so simple.”

“How so?”

She watched him choose his next words carefully. “The delight that comes with passion is not just a matter of physical contact.” He leveled his stormy gray gaze at her. “If I had to hazard a guess, I would say this was not the first time they had been together, and that Melissa was very much in love with young Julian.”

“Oh.” She should have guessed. Of course that passion she saw was a result of love. That was why she felt so strange. What fancy
painted as a glass wall that could be broken, was only another manifestation of her inborn deficiency.

“However.” Edward reached out again, and grazed the back of her gloved hand with one fingertip. “If you wish to attempt an experiment now, I will do my best to oblige.”

Alicia swallowed. Her throat felt very tight and she clutched at her brooch. Did she wish it? She didn’t know. She feared his disappointment. Edward had experience with women. He’d just confessed as much. He would know if her reaction was not correct. He would know she was blighted.

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