Her initial reaction was to flee immediately, or at least, close her eyes.
Aurora did neither. She was far too curious and—well—this involvedWorth.
Worth and the buxom, snotty Lady Bryant. Not the scenario Aurora would have wished, of course, but her overabundant interest in such things as well as the lovely euphoria surrounding her from the punch kept her firmly fixed inside the shrubbery. Worthwaswell known for his exploits with the fairer sex. Even her brother Drew, who had never met a widow he hadn’t tupped, declared himself a puritan next to Worth.
Aurora leaned forward. She was bound to see something wicked.
“Come closer,” Lady Bryant whispered, lifting the mass of her skirts even higher as she braced herself against the statue. Playfully, she rucked the fabric up to her waist, giving Worth a narrowed, seductive look.
Oh. Goodness.
Mouth popping open, Aurora could do nothing but stare. Dumbfounded. At Lady Bryant’s—lady parts.
Heat seared Aurora’s cheeks. Was that what her ownpartslooked like from that angle—
Lady Bryant lifted one knee and widened her thighs.
Aurora’s gaze dropped down the length of her own skirts, trying to envision—well, she’d never really looked, had she? A mirror might help her examine—possibly when she returned home today.
“Hildie.” Worth’s form strolled gracefully across the grass to stand before the statue, efficiently blocking the view of Lady Bryant and her bits. His head cocked to one side as if considering the sight before him. “I’m not going to fuck you in the middle of this maze. Especially on that poorly executed statue of Zeus.”
Aurora inhaled sharply hearing such—vulgarity coming from Worth’s beautiful mouth. The sound of the word on his lips had her breasts tightening.
This was much better than watching the game of bowls.
“I thought it was Apollo. Come kiss me,” Lady Bryant purred, whipping her skirts about, the only part of Lady Bryant Aurora could still see. Worth blocked from view everything else.
Abruptly, he kneeled before Lady Bryant.
“Will you kiss me, Worth?” Lady Bryant sounded quite out of breath, as if she’d been running about the maze instead of posing with her skirts held up at her waist. Her hand fell back to land on the statue’s stomach.
Worth’s fingers trailed up her silk clad legs pausing mere inches from Lady Bryant’s—lady parts.
“Use that tongue of yours,” Lady Bryant panted. “I want a kiss.”
Aurora placed her palm over her mouth, jealousy erupting from her, yet she could not look away. This was a fascinating act. One Aurora was curious about. Aunt Lottie tended to ramble after a few brandies and gave vague details about a great many things. Just the idea of Worth’s beautiful mouth. On her—Aurora’s—lady bits left her unexpectedly damp between her thighs.
A tiny gasp left her.
Worth went completely still, his entire body growing taut. The elegant fingers disappeared from Lady Bryant’s thighs. With one smooth movement he came to his feet, head leaning to the side as if listening for something.
He heard me.
“Worthington—” Lady Bryant almost wept with disappointment. “Please don’t stop.”
“I heard something.”
“A squirrel,” she pleaded. “Pray continue.”
Worth spun around to face the hedge, hair glistening like gold in the sunlight streaming through the hedges. The blue of his eyes narrowed, focused on the exact spot in the hedge where Aurora stood.
Oh no.No. No. No.
“A bird, perhaps,” Lady Bryant begged, uncaring that she still held her skirts rucked up in such a lewd manner. “This isn’t even the center of the maze. Only a forgotten corner. I can get on my knees.” She dropped her skirts. “You keep standing.”
Aurora’s eyes widened further. Lady Bryant had no shame whatsoever.
“Worthington.” When he didn’t answer, she stalked over to him, her frustration evident. Trailing her fingers over his thighs, Lady Bryant wedged herself between Worth’s legs. “You’ve always liked me on my knees. Don’t you remember that dreadful house party we both attended in Suffolk. We had such fun. Take the scarf.” She nodded to the scrap of silk on the ground. “Bind my hands. I won’t even struggle.”
