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Spinning around, he covered the space between them in two large steps. She was standing near the door and he used his body to move her back, pinning her to the rough surface. Planting his hands flat on the door on either side of her head, he leaned in, his mouth only a few millimetres from hers. Sybil held her breath but Branson had lost it and had decided to act on his feelings, consequences be damned.
"Maybe I'll shock you with my words but I'm so hard I can't think straight. I can't control it either and that's why I'm so testy."
Boldly, he pressed his groin hard against her, letting her feel the obvious evidence of his arousal. Sybil's eyes got big and round, but they also darkened with an almost immediate and involuntary response that almost made him groan.
"I…I had no idea", she breathed, almost reprimanding herself for lying. "Branson, I'm sorry, no wonder you didn't want to be cooped up in here with me".
"You just don't get it, do you?" He whispered. "It's you in here in this outfit that's not helping. It's being copped up with you that's doing this to me. YOU're doing this to me."
Her eyes got even wider but also darker, her pupils dilating with a desire she couldn't hide from him anymore.
God, he thought. Could she want this as much as I do?
"Why…didn't you say anything?" She whispered.
"What was I supposed to say? Despite what my body may be saying, I'm not interested in a one-time thing with you and you perfectly know it, Sybil."
"I'm sorry…"she breathed, not noticing the familiar way he had addressed to her.
"I know you are. You don't want to deceive your family. You can't marry someone out of your rank. I get it. But you asked. I want you so much. What we do have means so much to me. You have no idea. And I won't risk our friendship just to satisfy the burning in my blood but you asked. And I honestly don't know where I stand now or if I can carry on with working at Downton knowing I'll never get to have you."
He went silent for a bit before sighing almost dramatically.
"I probably already lost your friendship now, anyway."
Sybil swallowed hard, not quite able to decide what to think or do. Nor what she was feeling. There was no mistaking the hardness pressed tightly against her belly. The knowledge that she could move him that way came as a shock but also filled her with a growing need that started in her centre and spiralled slowly outward. But was she really brave enough to do something about it?
His heated breath caressed her face as he was patiently waiting for her to do or say something.
"Push me away, Sybil", he whispered. "You have to because, God help me, I can't walk away from you now."
She noticed this time that he called her by her first name but she didn't mind.
"I don't want you to", she breathed, surprising herself with her answer.
A desperate groan rumbled up from his chest as he angled his head to capture her lips with his own. Instantly, she was bathed in the heat of his desire, pushing back when he pressed himself harder against her. Her hands slid between them and he move back slightly to accommodate her but still maintaining the intimate pressure of his groin. Her innocent fingers went to his chest, exploring the hard planes and angles that had intrigued her for so long. She felt the hard muscles contract under her hands and heard him take a sharp breath. Her hands kept on going, like exploring new territories and they slid down his ribcage to stop on his taut stomach. Something like a growl erupted from his throat as he dragged his mouth from hers, starting a trail down her throat as his hands dropped to stroke her arms from shoulder to wrist.
Sybil felt something tightening in her belly; a sensation as new as welcomed. It became almost painful when his hands began to ascend her body and unbearable when they reached her breasts. He closed his hands over them, squeezing. She moaned and pressed herself against him. His teeth nibbled on her almost naked shoulder, dragging another moan from her.
Hot open-mouthed kisses travelled back up her throat to her chin. He nipped at her lower lip and she dropped her head instinctively seeking to deepen the kiss but he pulled away suddenly. He gazed down at her, his eyes as black as midnight, his chest heaving.
"We need to stop. I can't ruin you. And I won't. I want you", he rasped. "But like I said earlier, I don't want a one-time thing with you. I want it all, and I know I can't have it."
Sybil was also breathing heavily, all coherent thoughts having left her. He took a step back and Sybil felt immediately a loss in her. And the feeling that passed through her then was unbearable. She felt empty and she didn't like it at all.
"I want it", she breathed. "I want you. I want to marry you…someday."
The words have been like a whisper but Branson heard them clearly.
"You want me? As a husband?"
"Yes."
"And your family?"
"I don't care", she breathed taking back his hand in hers to pull him back to her.
Her gesture and her breathless answer shredded the last tenuous scraps of his control. He fused his mouth to hers in a desperately hungry kiss, his tongue pushing past her lips to tangle with hers in a passionate duel. He slid his hands down her silk –wrapped body, then back up again to envelop her breasts. Her nipples were hard, pressing against his palms as he kneaded and explored the mounds of flesh that had been the subject of more than one fantasy over the last three years.
But soon, he needed more. He knew he should stop. She was so innocent. But all sense of reality had left him. He needed to feel her skin under his hands, the soft texture, to see her taut peaks. Somehow, he managed to pull away the top of her chemise and a flash of desire went to his already hard groin when she shivered uncontrollably as he peeled the white material away from her body.
He had dreamed a lot of this moment and it was finally there. He just had to pray now that the help won't come anytime soon. Sybil leaned forward to seek his touch and he was more than willing to accommodate the silent request. With trembling fingers, he touched the base of her throat, feeling the frenzy pounding of her heart. Her gaze captured his and he began a slow descent, trailing soft touches down her chest. He watched her struggle against the urge to close her eyes and he couldn't contain a smile. But he was glad she didn't because he was finding her dark blue gaze the most erotic thing he ever experienced. He was trying to read her mind, to find some signs saying that she wanted him to stop but he didn't find any. He just saw pure love and desire. The intimate connection he felt with her at this moment was so far beyond the physical. A new different kind of need gripped him with such a force that it made him tremble. He was overwhelmed by the desire to possess her in every way as she already owned him.
As he continued his exploration of her body, her hands found the bottom edge of his undershirt and dragged it over his head. The first touch of her fingers on his skin sent shockwaves through his entire body. His erection throbbed painfully in time with the erratic beat of his heart and he let out another groan that became almost a cry when her hand dropped lower, cupping and squeezing him tentatively.
She maintained the contact while her other hand slipped down to tug at the string on the waistband of his underwear. The knot came undone and Branson nearly did too when she slid her hand past the elastic. Her long fingers stroked his length before wrapping tightly around him. She pulled on him gently and he felt like he was dead. He couldn't stop the violent tremor that coursed through him and he frantically caught her hand, stilling her movement. Sybil looked up at him like she had done something wrong.
"Easy", he gasped before kissing her hand as he was trying to regain some control.
Very slowly, she removed her hand from his and slid it back on his chest. He knew she was innocent about this sort of things or at last not experimented but he could already tell that she will be the death of him as she seemed to be a natural. But that he would have trouble finding any restraint when she was concerned. And the thought frightened him and excited him at the same time. He pressed himself hard against her again, glad the material of their underwear created at least a thin barrier between them. Without it, he wasn't sure he would be able to control the urge to push into her right here against the door.
And she deserved so much better than some animalistic rutting against a rough wood surface. Especially for her first time. Scooping her in his arms, he carried her through the cabin to the small bed near the fireplace and laid her gently on it. He momentarily wished for a soft comforter instead of the scratchy quilt but, at least, it was better than a door.