He smiled against her skin as he slid one finger into her heat. Her body jerked, but not away from him, and even as he began to move within her, his thumb found her most sensitive spot, pressing lightly on the nub before beginning a slow spiral of pressure.
You’re terrifying me, Hugh murmured. But it sounded like a compliment.You could have been killed, she hissed.
No, he told her, his eyes serious. I’m the only one he would never touch, remember?Her lips parted, but whatever she was going to say evaporated as her mind began to spin.Sarah? Hugh sounded concerned.
He wasn’t the only one, she realized. He wasn’t the only one.The last bit of rope snapped, and Hugh pulled his arm to his side, groaning as he massaged his overstretched shoulder.
You can do your ankles, Sarah said, just barely remembering to turn the handle out as she gave him the knife. She marched back over to Lord Ramsgate. Stand up, she ordered.
You just told me to sit down, he drawled.What? She looked up and blinked. Oh, he must have seen her glaring at her glove. It’s just my glove. She held it up. A small hole in the seam. I shal have to mend it this evening. She gave it a closer inspection before setting it down on the table beside her. There was only so much mending a glove could take, and she suspected hers were nearing the end of their tether.
Daniel asked the innkeeper for two mugs of tea, then turned back to her. At the risk of revealing myself to be completely ignorant of the realities of life in service, I must say that I find it difficult to believe that my aunt does not pay you enough to purchase a new pair of gloves. Anne was quite sure that he was, indeed, completely ignorant of the realities of life in service, but she did appreciate that he at least acknowledged the deficit. She also suspected that he was completely ignorant of the cost of a pair of gloves, or just about anything else, for that matter. She had been shopping with the upper classes often enough to know that they never bothered to inquire the price of anything. If they liked it, they bought it and had the Bill sent to their homes, where someone else would take care of making sure it was paid.She does, she said to him. Pay me enough, that is. But there is virtue in thrift, wouldn’t you say?
Not if it means your fingers are freezing.She smiled, perhaps a little patronizingly. It will hardly come to that. These gloves have at least one or two more mendings left in them. He scowled. How many times have you mended them already?