Taking Liberties by Jackie Barbosa Read Free Book Online Page A

once during the entire encounter had Tish demurred or hesitated at any of the earl’s advances.
    Nash ought to be enraged. Jealous. Horrified that the woman he loved and wished to marry was so wanton and faithless that she could allow any man other than him to take such liberties.
    So why in the name of all that was unholy did he want nothing more than to take her in his arms and fuck her until they were both limp and witless? And then, perhaps, watch her do the same thing with someone else?
    Somehow, in some strange way he could not begin to fathom, her passion was his passion; her needs, his needs; her pleasure, his pleasure. Nash had felt her climax today as plainly as he had yesterday when he’d had his fingers in her snug, slick channel and her muscles had had clenched around him like a tight, wet fist.
    Christ, what sort of perverse monster was he? It was one thing—a perfectly natural thing—to become aroused by the sight of two people in a carnal embrace. In fact, it was quite possibly an unavoidable response. But to feel that way when one of the participants was the woman he planned to marry…and to such an extreme degree? He was actually a little frightened by the intensity of his desire to watch her making love to other men. What sort of man enjoyed the idea of sharing his wife’s body with anyone else?
    Lord Fitzgerald , his mind whispered traitorously. And Fitzgerald seemed a reasonably content and well-balanced human being. Not to mention a happily married one, despite his apparent perversity.
    Nash opened his eyes and shook his head. No, he couldn’t go there. Tish was, despite her obvious delight in the pleasures of the flesh, an innocent and a lady. Knowing what he now knew about himself, Nash could no longer assure himself he was the best man for her. Leticia Blakedeserved a husband who could fulfill her without resorting to debauchery. Without whoring her out to other men like a common strumpet…
    Someone like Randley, who was obviously every bit as capable of satisfying her carnal desires as Nash himself.
    He had to let her go. Even if it killed him.
    But before he did, there was one matter he had to take in hand. He reached down and unbuttoned his fall.
     
    After levering herself to a sitting position, Tish smoothed her pale blue lawn skirt back into place and did her best to direct her scattered wits. The bitter-salt flavor of the earl’s seed settled on her tongue, not unpleasant but odd. Her limbs were languid and heavy with spent desire, but she was far from fulfillment.
    Only one thing—or more accurately, one person—could bring her that.
    She glanced over her shoulder, searching the tree-lined hillside behind her picnic site for some hint of Nash’s whereabouts. He was there somewhere, she knew, and the certainty that he was watching had fueled her response to Randley’s attentions. Randley was an adequate lover, but his skills with his hands and tongue truly couldn’t hold a candle to Nash’s. Without the benefit of Nash’s presence as an aphrodisiac, she did not believe she would have found release.
    Something was dreadfully wrong with her. She had thought it yesterday when the thought of someone interrupting her tryst with Nash in the garden had heightened her arousal, but she had been able to dismiss it then. Or at least forget about it…
    But this afternoon, she could not, for although it was Nash she desired first and foremost, Nash’s touch that set her senses ablaze and her heart afire, she was not sure she could truly be satisfied with just one dessert for the rest of her life. Not that she wanted other desserts without him, of course. What she wanted was to taste every confection the world had to offer—with him by her side.
    But that was madness. What sane gentleman would accept such a preposterous arrangement? And Nash was certainly among the sanest gentlemen of her acquaintance.
    Tears pricked behind her eyelids. She had to tell him, had to explain to him that she