A very snooty butler refused to allow him entry into Julia's home until he used his badge and forced the issue. Then he was shown to a small drawing room and told that Miss Julia would be informed of his intrusion. Murdoch wanted to push past him and run up the stairs to find her himself.
Wet satin skin, glistening between dollops of foam. Long hair, curling down around a plump breast, tiny hints of pink peeking through the strands...
A sudden vision of Julia stepping gloriously naked from a bath had his already shaky control slipping down another notch. It was becoming harder and harder to find his equilibrium. The more his emotions ran the gamut the less control he had over himself.
The need to see her, to be near her was like a fire under his skin. The only thing that stopped him was the thought of what it would do to her reputation.
He put his hat down when he came very close to crushing it and paced back and forth, getting more and more churned up with every turn.
When Julia slipped into the room, hair tumbling down her back, a deep blue negligee covered by a matching gown that was created more for bedeviling than modesty, he exploded across the room and grabbed her by the shoulders.
"Detective Murdoch!" She protested trying to step back, but he held her fast with a grip just shy of bruising.
"Did you break it off?" It was said between clenched teeth, and the little shake he gave her brought her stumbling closer to him.
"Did you break it off?" He demanded again, her gown slid open and he looked down at her body outlined in shimmering silk, it was enough to leave him completely unable to think.
"No." She snapped yanking out of his grasp and pulling the gown closed. Murdoch blinked and looked up into her face.
"Your ring?" Forming full sentences was beyond his ability at that moment, when prying his teeth apart enough to actually let the words out was hard enough.
She turned away, then her shoulders slumped and she turned back to him, "if you must know he broke it off with me."
Murdoch reached for her again, but Julia stepped back just out of reach, her chin shot up and her shoulders braced, "he did not approve of my job clashing with his."
This time he moved faster than she did and grabbing her waist, pulled her closer to him. While Murdoch understood that she was hurting, he seemed unable to focus on anything other than the fact that she was free and he was no longer honor bound to keep his hands off her.
"He is a fool." Was all he could manage before he gave into the urge and kissed her and when she gasped against his lips, he cupped her head and drove the kiss deeper.
Like a starving man William fed on her mouth, driving his tongue inside demanding her surrender, she gave one low deep moan and responded with a passion that shattered his control.
Julia's hand tangled in his hair, her body slammed into him and the full length of her pressed against him, it was too much, and not nearly enough. He wanted her naked, hot, damp and screaming. The very image of it in his head was taking him far too close to spending himself like an untried schoolboy. He slid his hands down to her shoulders drawing the gown apart and pushing it off her. When the soft material slid to the floor he drew back and looked.
She was exquisite, pale peach skin peaked through the lace between the silk that clung to her like a second skin, but Julia's hands were not idle and while he looked and fought for control her busy hands had diverged him of his coat and left his shirt hanging off his elbows.
Julia pushed his undershirt up, her clever little fingers burrowing under it to get to his chest. It was bliss, it was heaven and he was dizzy with the need to get inside her. With a growl he propelled them both back until she was pressed up against the wall and he was pressed up against her.
She was warm and soft and smelled like flowers. He let her slip his shirt and undershirt off him, and groaned as she spread her hands over his chest. He took her lips again addicted to the taste of her and the soft purring sounds she made as he ran his hands down her sides, past her hips and along her thighs, slowly gathering the nightgown as he went, bunching it up until his hands touched warm velvet flesh. He drew back and softly nipped at her bottom lip as his hands slid the gathered gown up to her waist.
When her head fell back in complete surrender he gently drew her legs apart just enough to slip between them.
Julia was lost, floating in a sea of sensation. Heat and need sizzled through her with a ferocity that drove all sane thought from her head. She wanted him, his taste, his scent and most of all his hands all over her or in her. She should be shocked, or afraid, or something, but all she felt was him, hard and thick, pushing up against her in just the right place.
"Julia." It was a hoarse whisper, a benediction and it tugged at something deep inside her. Her hands moved down to his trousers, and he jerked back, grabbing them and gently bringing them back to his chest.
"It will be over too quickly if you touch me," he said, his voice horse with need. She narrowed her eyes at him then slid her arms round his shoulders tangling her fingers in his hair again and tugged his mouth back down to hers, this time she devoured.
William groaned and cupped her breast pinching the tip through the silk until it throbbed and ached. Julia had never felt anything so intense, not complete pain, but also not complete pleasure. It was as if every touch tugged on a thread that ran down inside her and she gasped trying to pull back, but his other hand cupped her head and he held her firmly as he tortured her, drinking in her desperate moans. When he finally let her breathe she was panting and trembling.
"William," a warbled gasp.
He nuzzled down her neck, his wickedly skillful fingers pushed aside her negligee and lifted her breast out. His hand, callused and rough as he stroked over the swollen nipple, while his tongue slid down and lapped soothing the small hurts, distracting her while his other hand moved down between them.
"Julia?" He grinned against her skin and she gave a giggled groan. She wanted to tell him he was wicked, she wanted to tell him he was driving her wild, most of all she wanted to tell him she loved him, but one long, thick finger slid between her folds and inside her and all she could do was moan.
"I want you to spend for me, I want to watch you fly," he whispered in her ear, as the heat and tension coiled inside her, getting tighter and tighter with every thrust of his finger. She'd never felt anything like it, it frightened her, and she grasped his arms trying to halt his movements.
"William?" It came out a strangled cry.
"Look at me." He demanded as he used his other hand to tilt her head up, she opened her eyes and met his, warm chocolate had become black fire. He looked feral and determined, all humour gone from his face.
"Trust me," he ordered as he added another finger, stretching her swollen channel, the tension coiled tighter and her entire body felt as if it was about to implode. Then suddenly he stopped, released her, and moved towards the door so fast she was still shuddering and panting.
"Miss Julia!" the butlers voice followed by a hard knock on the door. William held the door closed and turned a very naughty grin at her.
"You might want to tell him to hold on, I'm not sure I can hold this door if he tries to break it down," he said. She wanted to throw something at him, mostly because she was about ready to tear pieces out of the wall in frustration, and aside from looking a little flushed and dishevelled, he appeared none the worse for wear.
"Miss Julia, the door appears to be stuck." The butler called, rattling the door-handle. William put more of his weight against it.
"Julia?" The smile was sliding off his face, as his eyes racked over her and the fire barely banked flared in them. She looked down at herself and went bright red. Her nightgown hung off one shoulder and bunched up around her waist, leaving one breast and her entire lower body completely exposed. Her legs were still splayed and his eyes were focused on the little triangle of curls with a look of such hunger she felt as if he was touching her again.
Jarvis' banging and rattling on the door pulled her back and she straightened, adjusted her gown and looked around for her dressing gown.
"In a moment Jarvis!" She snapped irritably. The banging stopped instantly. Scooping up her gown she slid into it and was about to open the door when William grabbed her, swung her against him and kissed her. He was getting very good at using her gasp of surprise to sweep his tongue into her mouth and take possession. The kiss seemed to go on forever, and the very pronounced throat clearing on the other side of the door had them both pulling back with a moan.
"Don't let him in," Murdoch whispered against her lips, when she raised a brow in question he took her hand and slid it down his body to the very pronounced ridge under his trousers. Her interest perked up instantly and she gave the bulge a little squeeze, William's body stiffened and he growled, pulling her hand away very quickly.
"Butler at the door." He said, it took her a moment to work out what he was saying and when she did she wanted to stamp her feet and snarl in frustration.
She was still irritated and very petulant when she opened the door leaning just her head out.
"What is it?" She snapped.
Jarvis looked concerned and horrified, "is everything alright Miss Julia? I heard you cry out." He asked, trying to see through the thin crack of door into the room behind her while of course not appearing to do so.
"I'm fi..." Warm hands ran up the back of her legs "...ine," she stuttered trying to swat behind her blindly, but the fiend was not within reach. He bunched her gowns up to her waist, leaving her bottom completely exposed. Julia's face went blood red.
"Miss?"
She clamped her legs together trying to stop the very determined hands from reaching where they were obviously heading.
"I'm very well Jarvis, you may retire for the night." The sentence ended in a squeak as sharp teeth nipped her bottom, that was followed by the warm wet lathe of a tongue and she went completely cross-eyed.
Jarvis stared at her with ever growing concern. The next nip had her jumping and the hand that engulfed her ankle used that opportunity to draw her legs apart.
"You have another guest Miss. Doctor Garland is here, I have put him in the library." He stated with a sniff. Julia barely heard him above the roaring in her head. The hands on her body were gone, replaced by fingers sliding up her thighs with a touch as soft as dragonfly wings.
"Good." She managed before she slammed the door shut in his face and leant her heated forehead against it.
"William..." she didn't know what she wanted to say, she certainly did not want him to stop.
"Turn around." William ordered softly. She hesitated for a small second and then did as he asked. He held her clothing pushed up to her waist as he knelt between her legs, the pure eroticism of it was making her squirm. When he reached up and took her hand he pushing the bunched material into it.
"Hold that for me," it was said with a cheeky grin, but the flame in his eyes defused any humour.
Julia met his eyes and held them as he lowered his mouth to her navel, it was so arousing watching him like this that she could not look away or even blink, but when his hands slid up her thighs spreading her open and his mouth moved lower, her eyes closed and her head fell back in absolute surrender.
It was warm and wet, it made the tension inside her coil so tight it was almost pain. Julia's hands fisted in the cloth bunching up around her waist, her legs trembled and she squirmed, trying at once to get closer and away from the exquisite torture of his tongue flaying her. When he slid two fingers inside her, pumping them in a timeless rhythm her body took over and all she could do was let it.
Harder and faster he drove her, the tension building and building until it exploded through her and she bucked against him, sobbing out her release.
Julia's legs buckled and she sank down into his arms, still shuddering and gasping while he held her cradled to him.
"Where's your bed Julia," William hissed in a tight urgent voice. Julia blinked up at him, his face was pale and tense, his eyes ablaze with need.
"I don't want our first time to be on the drawing room floor," he insisted.
Julia felt the heat inside her coil again and nodded. William helped her to her very unsteady feet and gently righted her clothing. His gaze was on her swollen lips and his look had her licking them self-consciously.
"Hurry!" He growled putting his hand on the small of her back to gently urge her faster. She'd taken two steps towards the door when she suddenly remembered Jarvis's words.
"Oh! I forgot, Darcy is here," Julia swung around, putting a detaining hand on his chest. The fact that she wanted to run that hand up and down the muscular flesh nearly distracted her again.
"What?" William went from gentle lover to cold rage in an instant. Julia gaped but her mind was too preoccupied with other things to realize that she'd wandered onto very thin ice.
"I'm sorry, Jarvis told me, but your hands, and your mouth..." she shuddered as renewed heat coiled inside her, then realizing that she was fantasizing about him she turned pink and tried to shake it off. Julia snapped the belt to her dressing gown tight and ran a shaking hand through her tangled hair.
"I have to go speak to him," she said, turning towards the door.
"Now?" Murdoch's voice was a muted bellow, she winced and turned back to him, wanting to explain but not sure how.
"Upstairs second door on the left is my bedroom, I'll try and make this as quick as I can," with that Julia made her escape faster than was decent.
Murdoch stood staring at the spot where she'd been. He was so angry he was afraid to move for fear of snapping what tiny threads of control he had left, knowing that if he did, if he gave in to the urge driving him, he'd follow her out that door, bodily throw Doctor Perfect out onto the street, then drag her up the stairs and finish what they'd started. And by god, by the time he was done with her, she'd not think to run off, she would not be able to walk.
While that thought made his body tighten and throb even more, the rage inside him could not completely cover the hurt, and it was that which made him dress, take his hat and head out of the house.
