Olivier caressed her side as he ran his hand down her hip and rubbed it lazily. This was a new sensation to Francesca as she felt what she could only assume to be arousal. “Lower,” she whispered.
“There is a sex kitten inside of you. Maybe I don’t know everything about you after all,” he said to her.
“What?”
“When I touch you, the sexual side of you emerges.” He moved his hand lower as Francesca moaned.
“No, there is not.” She hated that he was right. She always thought that she was not a very sexual person. She did not even like talking about sex. She had always viewed herself as an uptight, sophisticated woman, but when she was with Olivier, she found herself melting as pleasure overtook her.
Lord Jacques kissed her neck as his hand roamed around her body. Her skin was so soft and warm. He inhaled, as he took in her scent, which reminded him of peaches. At this point Francesca could barely stand as she clutched his shirt tightly as she moaned.
“I don’t want to stop,” he whispered against her neck.
“Then don’t,” she whispered back.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, Olivier, please don’t stop.” As his hands roamed across her body, he cupped her hips, as he pulled her tightly against him. Francesca opened her eyes in surprise as she felt his arousal pressed tightly against her. Moaning, she leaned into him. Her hands found their way around his neck as she held on. Trailing his hand up her back, he tangled his hand in her hair, as he tilted her head. She moaned into his mouth, as she panted. She did not want him to stop, but if he did not, she was sure that she would explode and she was not sure she was prepared for that.
“I have to stop touching you,” he said as he took deep breaths.
“Please don't,” she whispered. He stepped back and straightened her clothes. “What are you doing?” she complained.
“You said you did not have much time.”
“What?”
“You came with your sister.”
Francesca groaned. He was driving her crazy. “Yes,” she said as she nodded. She ran her fingers through her hair and checked her clothes.
“There is that sex kitten, again.”
“And whose fault is that?” she shot back petulantly
Lord Jacques laughed. “I will not take you here,” he said.
“What? Who said anything about that?”
“You were thinking it.”
Francesca rolled her eyes and walked out. Just for one second she thought about him making love to her and he saw it. She could not understand how it was that he could read her so well. It was annoying, as she could not keep her thoughts to herself around him.
“Why are you coming out of Lord Jacques's office?” Macee asked as she approached her sister.
“Hmmm?” Francesca could not even defend herself. Apparently, she was terrible at lying anyway.
“Francesca?!” Macee's eyes were wide open.
“Do not make a scene Mace, I will tell you everything.” She figured it was better to tell her the truth rather than listen to her make fun of her. She needed someone to talk to anyway. It would have been better if it was Liane, but Macee was her only choice at the moment.
Chapter 13
Macee stood in the palace hallway frozen with shock and excitement. She could not believe what her sister was telling her. Francesca was the uptight boring one. Now here she was telling her about her make out sessions with Lord Jacques at the palace. How was it that she did not know about this?
“Are you serious?” she asked Francesca
“I am,” she replied. “Macee, I am freaking out about this and I don’t know what to do.”
“Why are you freaking out? It’s clear that you are enjoying yourself.”
“Macee, be serious.”
“I am serious. You like him much more than you care to admit and you are enjoying these little steamy sessions you are having.”
“There were only two and a half.”
“Half?” Macee laughed.
“At the harbour, it was only a kiss. So it counts as half but why do you think that I like him?”
“You would never let just any man touch you. Not even with a ten foot pole.”
“That is not true.”
“Oh, yes it is.”
Francesca sighed. She was so confused. She could not tell right from left any longer. She started walking away. Macee placed her hand on her belly and rushed after Francesca.
“Listen,” Macee said as she caught up with her.
“You are not that pregnant yet,” Francesca said to Macee, who was holding her bump and walking weirdly.
“It has been six months and besides I get tired faster now.”
“Do you want to know the sex of the baby?” Francesca asked trying to turn the discussion away from her.