Chapter 5
A few weeks later it was a bright sunny afternoon and several of the maids were working in the garden.
Angelique heard some of the other maids chattering in hushed whispers behind her and looked around. Barnabas had walked into the garden. He greeted the other maids, but his eyes were on her.
Once he had gone she excused herself and walked off in the other direction to the one where he had gone. As soon as she was out of sight of the others she quickly went the other way.
He looked up and smiled as she entered the gardeners shed. She walked over, sliding her arms around his neck as his lips met hers. His hands slid around her waist, pulling her against him.
Angelique felt her lips part and her body press against his as they kissed passionately. She felt like she might melt… or spontaneously combust from the intense heat between them.
They kissed until they were both breathless. Reluctantly he came up for air. He looked at her, desire clear in his eyes. They stared at each other as they got their breath back.
He leaned in to press his lips softly against the side of her neck. "Come to my room… after everyone is asleep" he said huskily.
"You know I can't do that…" she said with a sigh, looking down at her feet. He brushed his lips against her forehead. "Why not?" he whispered.
She looked at him. "I can't risk… having your child…" she said softly. He blushed slightly. "We can be very careful…" he pointed out.
"You'll have me and then toss me aside when someone else catches your eye…" she said, eyes not meeting his as she said the thing she was most afraid of. As much as she loved him there was still that niggling little voice in the back of head that warned her what he was like with women.
He slid his fingers through her hair, brushing it away from her face. "I may have guilty of such behavior in the past… but I wouldn't do that to you.
She raised her eyes to his. "You promise?" she whispered.
"I promise…" he whispered back, leaning in to kiss her again.
A few days later the two of them had snuck off to a little clearing in the wood. Angelique had managed to get away for a few hours by taking the job of gathering firewood.
Barnabas had helped her to quickly gather a reasonable amount of firewood. Once that was done they lay on a blanket under a tree, her arm draped over his waist and her head on his chest.
"Why is it I never noticed how beautiful you had become until recently" he said softly, fingers lightly stroking her arm.
"Typical man…" she teased. "Couldn't see what was right in front of your nose" she said cheekily. He chuckled and pressed his lips against her hair.
"I have certainly noticed now…" he said, voice rather husky. She sat up, looking at him. "I always noticed you…" she whispered, stroking his cheek and leaning in towards him.
His hand went to the side of her neck, pulling her in for a kiss. It was gentle at first. Soft and almost tender. But none of their kisses stayed that way for long.
As the kiss grew deeper and more passionate she moved so she was half on top of him. His fingers tangled themselves in her hair as his lips parted hers.
All too soon he felt her disentangle herself and pull away from the kiss.
He had no idea just how hard it was for her to stop once it got to a certain point. She wanted him just as badly as he wanted her. But she knew if he got what he wanted too easily he'd soon tire of her.
Barnabas looked at her, disappointment clear on his handsome face. "Forgive me my impatience Angelique" he said. "You are a temptation it is proving most difficult to resist…"
She looked into his face. His desire for her was written all over his handsome features.
"Maybe I could give you… a little taste…" she said with a wicked grin, her hand sliding slowly up his leg. His expression was both hopeful and undeniably aroused.
Angie looked around quickly to make sure there was no one else around and quickly undid the front of his trousers. Barnabas's eyebrows went up. He had a feeling he was going to very much enjoy whatever she was about to do to him.
She pushed his legs gently apart and moved so she was lying on her front.
At the first slow, teasing lick of her tongue a soft gasp escaped him. A grin curved her lips at his reaction. A pleasant shudder went through him as she licked him again.
His hands wound themselves in her long dark hair as she took him in her mouth and sucked gently, showing a surprising amount of skill.
Either she was a natural or she had done this before. He couldn't help a flicker of jealousy that someone else might have had her mouth on them.
She felt a combination of excitement and wicked delight as she heard him moaning softly, his expression clearly saying he was loving what she was doing to him.
He could hardly think about anything but the delicious sensation. Her talented mouth was doing an excellent job of bringing his desire to a head.
Angelique felt him shudder under her mouth… and she knew she had him right where she wanted him. Maybe she couldn't make him fall in love with her (even magic couldn't make someone truly love you) but she could certainly weave her own spell on him.
A spell that had nothing to do with magic.
