Then Comes Seduction

They passed the great, ancient beech tree at the end of the rhododendron walk and stopped to set their palms against the trunk and marvel at its great size and age. He looked beyond it, up the hill into the trees, which grew dense here. But there was nothing to be seen from here. And for today, he decided, he would keep her on the path. There would be time enough to come back-or not.

“There is a beach at this end of the lake,” he said. “It is called a beach though, of course, there is no sand, and no ebb and flow of tides. But the bank was deliberately created to slope into the water so that one can sit picnicking there or paddle one’s feet without toppling in over one’s eyebrows. Or one can swim. We do not have any picnic fare with us, alas.”

“We will paddle our feet instead,” she said as they descended the slope and the trees thi

“Can you swim?” he asked her.

“I can,” she said. “I learned as a child at Rundle Park, when we used to go over there to play with the Dews. I thought I had forgotten how, but I have not. I have swum at Warren Hall too.”

“Then we will swim today,” he said. “What better way to cool off after a long walk?”

“Today?” She turned her head sharply to look up at him. “I ca

They had come to a fork in the path. One branch would take them about the far side of the lake and up to the little cottage and the waterfall and so on around to the house side. The other fork went down to the beach and then on around to the boathouse and jetty. He turned down toward the beach.

“I suppose,” he said, “unless you are very brazen, Katherine, you are wearing a shift beneath your dress. And stays too?”

“Of course,” she said. And then she looked at him again, her eyes widening. “I am not bathing in my shift!”

“Without it, then?” he asked. “You need not fear being seen by anyone except me. And I have seen you unclothed before. It was by candlelight on that occasion admittedly. But I would wager you will look just as lovely in sunlight.”

“Jasper!” She laughed nervously. “I am not swimming without my shift.”

“With it, then,” he said, “if you must be modest.”

They stood on the sloping, grassy bank, looking out across the water of the lake. It was sparkling invitingly in the sunshine. The air was hot now that there was no shade.

“Come,” he said, releasing her arm and turning her so that she faced away from him. “I will help you out of your dress and stays. I make a tolerable lady’s maid when pressed into business.”

“Oh,” she said indignantly, “I am sure you do. But, Jasper, we ca

He had opened her sash and the back of her dress, lifted it off her shoulders, and let it slide down to the ground. He tackled the tapes that held her stays together at the back.

“We will dry in the sunshine afterward,” he said, setting his lips between her shoulder blades as he loosened her stays and dropped them to the grass before kneeling and rolling down her stockings.

Her shift covered her from the breasts to several inches above her knees. She looked tall and willowy and more enticing than any other woman he had ever set eyes upon as she stepped out of her shoes and stockings and turned to face him.

He was committed now. If he did not get himself into the lake water soon, he might well explode like a firecracker.

“Oh,” she said, “this is not very proper at all.”

The vicar’s prim daughter in a skimpy shift and nothing else at all-a potently erotic mix.

He stripped off his coat and waistcoat and neckcloth with ungainly haste.

“For your husband to see you in your shift?” he said. “It is shocking indeed.”

He pulled off his shirt over his head and sat down on the grass to haul off his boots before standing again and dragging off his pantaloons and stockings.

Should he shock her completely? But he hesitated for only one fraction of a moment before removing his drawers as well. How the devil had he managed to show no outer sign of arousal?

She bit her lower lip.

“The water will be cold,” she said-a very weak protest indeed.

“Then we will warm it up,” he said. “We will boil it over its banks. I do not know about you, Katherine, but I am feeling very warm indeed. Are you coming?” He held out a hand for hers.

“I do not know.” She glanced gingerly at the water. “I really do not think this is quite-Oh!”

He scooped her up in his arms and strode off with her. It might be unma

It was horribly shocking. Not the coldness of the water-they had not reached that yet. But the fact that she was with a man in the outdoors in broad daylight, clad only in her shift while he was clad in nothing at all.

Nothing.

Of course, he was her husband.

This was all very shocking nevertheless.

And exciting.

And exhilarating.

And she was very warm indeed. She had not realized quite how hot the sun was.

He was wading into the water. A few drops splashed up onto her skin. They were cold. She laughed and clung to him and shrieked. He was surely not going to-

But he was.

And he did.

He dropped her.

She sank to the bottom like a stone and came up sputtering and fighting. She dashed the water from her eyes, gasped for air, and saw him still standing there, thigh deep in the water, his hands on his hips, laughing at her.

And looking so handsome and carefree that she could have wept.

Instead she doused him with water and, while he sputtered in his turn and shook the water out of his eyes, she dived under and swam as fast as she could out into the deeper water of the lake.

Two hands grasped her ankles and then slid up her legs until they reached her hips. They pressed her under. She performed some sort of somersault as soon as he released his hold on her, came up underneath him, and grasped one of his ankles and hung on.

It was not a good idea. The fight that ensued was an unequal one in which she spent far more time below the surface of the water than he did. She was soon gasping for breath in earnest. It did not help, of course, that she could not stop laughing whenever her head was above the water.

“You were right,” she said when the fight came to a natural end after ten minutes or so and they were both floating on their backs, side by side. “We have warmed the water.”

He turned his face and smiled at her and reached for her hand.

And it happened.

Just like that.

She fell in love.

Or realized that she had been falling in love with him for some time.

Or that perhaps she had always loved him, right from that evening in Vauxhall when she had thought that perhaps love was not safe, that perhaps it was the most dangerous thing in the world.

Love did not have to make sense. It did not have to be worthy. It did not have to be earned. It did not have to woo.

It just simply was.

She closed her eyes, held loosely to his hand, and floated beside him as the world changed its course and settled around her again.

And he was not immune. Surely he was not. He had shed a tear earlier at the thought of having children with her. And now for several minutes he had simply frolicked with her, simply enjoyed being alone with her. He had been laughing and carefree, not hidden behind his habitual mask of hooded eyes and ironical teasing.

Surely he was growing somewhat fond of her.

Surely there was hope that disaster might after all turn to glory.