Wicked Temptations (25 page)

"I'll happily do that," Priscilla said, her fingers moving to the top button of her jersey, if that's what it takes to get you to finally pay attention to me and my needs."

"I thought I just did that," Adam said, giving her his most innocent look. But when he saw her bodice parting to reveal an expanse of soft, white bosom, he said, "Don't go any further with that right now, love. I'll be right back."

Before Adam went about the business of thoroughly and completely satisfying his wife-to-be, he went about the business of sending his mother and the children off to the theater, where a vaudeville show was having an afternoon performance, and giving the servants the afternoon off, except for Aubrey, who was already in the process of filling the bathtub with warm water before preparing the bed with fresh linens. After that was done, he returned for Priscilla, who was waiting breathlessly for the deflowering to begin, and scooped her up in his arms.

As he carried her up the stairs, she clasped her arms around his neck and kissed the hollow of his throat and said, in a voice filled with anticipation, "I thought his day would never come, Lord Whittington."

"Neither did I, Miss Phipps," Adam replied, cuddling her closely. "Neither did I."

In the bedroom, Priscilla started to strip off her clothes in haste when Adam stopped her by saying, "No, love. This is my job," to which he methodically unfastened each button on her jersey while kissing his way down her chest, until he reached her camisole, which he just as methodically unfastened, until she stood bare breasted before him.

"Adam," she said in a breathless voice, "you're carrying this out far too long..."

"I know, love." He kissed his way down her chest and over each breast, concentrating on each ripe bud before continuing downward, where he took on the task of divesting her of her skirt and drawers, while continuing to kiss his way down to her feet. Then he stood back to take a good long look at her, and she made no move to stop him. Instead, she smiled in pleasure as he looked her over thoroughly, because until then, no man had ever seen her naked, and her body, below her neck, had always been something she'd been proud of, but could never share with anyone. She'd seen herself in the mirror, and there was not a trace of freckles down the entire front of her, only a smattering of tiny ones on her shoulders and along the top of her back.

But, enough was enough!

"Adam, I can see from the look in your eyes and the smile on your lips that I have not disappointed you, but I am still a virgin, and I have never seen a man before, and since you are to me by husband, I would like to inspect what I will be getting."

Adam laughed and shrugged out of shirt, and stripped off his trousers and drawers in one long movement, and stood before her, all smug smile, and hard muscles, and sleek contours, and a very impressive male member thrusting high. "Oh my," she said, while observing it. "That is an impressive thing, even more impressive than I had ever imagined." She walked up to him and curved her arms around his neck and cuddled up to him and realized they could not consummate their love unless certain adjustments were made. "Do I crawl up you, or do you bend down for me, Adam? I have no idea how we do this."

"Sweet love," Adam said, "You still have to wait because there's a tub filled with warm water, and there is a lot more I intend to do to, and for, you before I divest you of your maidenhead. I know you're eager, but as you can see from the size of me, there could be some discomfort if you are not well prepared before."

"The only discomfort I'm having right now, Adam, is that I am becoming increasingly impatient to get this done."

Adam laughed and lifted her in his arms and kissed her soundly before lowering her into the water. She settled against the sloped back of the tub, and he got down on his knees beside it and said, "Relax now and I'll begin soaping you all over like this..." He lathered his hands with soap, and started at her neck and worked his way down, running his palms over each full waiting breast while concentrating on one ripe bud, then the other, before re-lathering his hands. Then he made his way down her body and over her tummy, spending some time to stroke the inner sides of her thighs before concentrating on the folds and creases between them, until in a sudden burst of uncontrolled passion she writhed and splashed and let out some very unladylike sounds and ended by throwing her arms around Adam's neck and near pulling him into the tub on top of her.

"Easy love," Adam said. "That's just the beginning. Now you're ready for bed."

"But what about you?" she asked, wide-eyed. "I can't just go to bed and not take care of you, or maybe what just happened to me doesn't happen to men."

Adam laughed heartily, and said, "Believe me, sweetheart, it happens to men too. And in a few minutes, what you just experienced will seem irrelevant in comparison to what you will experience when I penetrate your maidenhead and we moved together as one."

Priscilla's breath was coming so fast and so furiously at the prospect of what was to come that she could barely stand up for Adam to dry her off, before he scooped her up in his arms and laid her on the bed and climbed in along side her. He started to stroke her chest and fondle her breast when she said, in a sharp voice, "Enough, Adam. I am well prepared for the deflowering, so will you please get on with it."

Which Adam did, slowly at first, then increasing in vigor as she demanded more... and more... and yet more, until the room was spinning, and Priscilla was gasping and crying and laughing and writhing beneath Adam in a fury of uninhibited passion.
 
It was some minutes before she opened her eyes, and said, "Lord Whittington, that was the most incredible experience I have ever had. How long will it be before we can do it again?"

Adam sucked in a lungful of air and rolled over, taking Priscilla with him, then looked at her with amusement, and said, "Your wish is my command, Madam Queen." And he accommodated her once more, this time with her on top, regal and glorious and riding him like a queen, one in full control of her conquest.

'This is the Lord’s doing

and it is marvelous in our eyes'

—
Psalm 118:23, said by Elizabeth I,

when she learned she was Queen

FINAL NOTE:
The hangings of Ella Watson and Jim
Averell
actually took place. Four of the six men who carried out the
lynchings
were members of the Wyoming Stock Growers Association. A Grand Jury convened on August 25, 1889, but before witnesses could testify, they either died or disappeared. Gene Crowder, Ella's adopted son, disappeared, never to be seen again. Frank Buchanan also disappeared before the hearing. Ralph Cole was found dead on the day of the hearing, possibly poisoned. Dan
Fitger
never came forward, but later told his story to his family. With no witnesses to testify, charges were dropped against the six cattlemen, and Albert Bothwell acquired both
 
Ella Watson and Jim
Averell's
homesteads. However, the deaths of Jim and Ella inspired homesteaders to stand up to the Wyoming Stock Growers Association, and in 1892, a full-scale range war erupted in Johnson County, which effectively ended the era of the cattle barons, allowing the homesteaders to live in peace.

By Patricia Watters

CONTEMPORARY ROMANCES

Broken Promises

In Hot Pursuit

Adversaries and Lovers

Justified Deception

One Hot Hunk

HISTORICAL ROMANCES

Colby's Child

Perilous Pleasures

Wicked Temptations

Her Master's Touch

To be released in 2012

VICTORIA
'S LADIES

Come Be My Love

Touch me With Love

WHISPERING SPRINGS CHRONICLES

LIVING WITH LIES TRILOGY

Book One: Playing With Fate

Book Two: Playing With Fire

Book Three: Playing With Destiny

THE LIES UNCOVERED TRILOGY

Book One: Bittersweet Love

Book Two: Bittersweet Promises

Book Three: Bittersweet Memories

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Born and raised in New Orleans, Louisiana, Patricia Watters gave up the glamour and pageantry of the city, and now writes novels from a hand-built log house nestled in the evergreen forests of Oregon. An author with Harlequin and Avon-Harper Collins in the past, Patricia specializes in romance, and she invites you to visit her website and drop her a line. She tries to respond to all notes, but please allow a couple of weeks for her to do so:

www.patriciawattersromances.com