Forgotten Time (Ravenhurst Series, #1) A New Adult Time Travel Romance by Lorraine Beaumont Read Free Book Online Page A

pouted angrily. Dropping her leg, she walked over towards where he was standing. “I am getting cold.” She shivered for effect, crooning sweetly, trying to coat her earlier outburst with sugar. She ran her hands over his breeches, working the fastenings quickly.
    He was unresponsive.  “Annabelle, perhaps this is not such a good idea after all,” he said, trying to still her hands.
    “Oh, don’t be silly. It is cold in here. I will warm you up in no time,” she said anxiously, rubbing her hand over him faster and faster.
    Sebastian noticed the tone in her voice, the worry, the trepidation. He had to admit he felt a little bad, but after Marguerite left him, something changed. He changed, he supposed.
    Annabelle was not easily deterred. She pulled his breeches fully down, not even bothering to remove his boots, while pushing him backward into a chair. She smiled up at him coyly and knelt down in front of him, rubbing her hands up the length of him. Her hair came undone and tumbled over his thighs, tickling them lightly. She took him into her mouth, her head moving up and down.
    After some time, and little by little, she coaxed him to life with her tireless ministrations.
    Annabelle climbed on top, straddling him, leaning forward, licking his neck and ear. She grabbed his hand, trying to get him to touch her in her most intimate of places.
    It didn’t work. He kept slipping out. She angrily let go of his hand. She was writhing with need. After using her hand to guide him back and forth, he still could not become fully aroused. She was begging now. “Please, Sebastian,” she moaned, kissing his chest and neck, sliding her hand over the slippery wetness of him, moving faster and faster.
    Sebastian stilled her hand; she was rubbing him raw. “Annabelle? Sorry, love, but this is not working.”
    She ignored him and stood up, leaning over him, making her breasts rub against his chest, and began kissing his stomach again.
    He stilled her once more, lifting her chin so she would look up at him. “Sorry, sweet. I just do not see this happening today.”
    “Nonsense, Sebastian, try to clear your mind, I know I can make it work,” she begged.
    She walked over to the bed, and lay down on her back, opening her legs slightly.
    Sebastian watched as she began to toy with herself again. He felt nothing. He had no inclination whatsoever to take her up on the invitation she was so blatantly offering him. He pulled back on his breeches.
    “You’re leaving?” she asked, dismayed. The anger flashed in her eyes once more. This time, she made no attempt to mask her voice in sugary sweetness.
    “Yes, Annabelle, I believe I am,” Sebastian said without hesitation, surprised by his own candor.
    “Well, take a good long look because, if you leave now, this is the last time you will see me. Do you understand?” she warned vehemently, fuming.
    Sebastian pulled his waistcoat on, looking at her face twisted with bitter rage. And still he felt nothing. It was funny; shouldn’t her remark evoke some feeling from inside? But there was nothing, no sadness, anger, or remorse.
    “Goodbye, Annabelle,” he said simply, listening to her screams at his back as he walked out the door.
     
    His mind came back to the present. He looked over at Marguerite lying on the bed. How sweet and innocent she appeared. Yes, he believed the good doctor was right; he may have someone else to occupy his time after all.

    Dr. Dandridge hoisted his heavy form into the waiting carriage after examining his patient.
    Sebastian watched from the window as the footman closed the door and the carriage pulled away. The prognosis was clear; Marguerite had a mild concussion. She should be right as rain in no time at all.
    Dr. Dandridge saw no reason why Sebastian could not wed her within the week. And if the doctor had an ulterior motive, he did not outwardly show it to Sebastian. He wondered if the doctor would pass this news onto his wife. Knowing Annabelle, she would