"Thank you." I grunted face down in the seat. Putting my hands to the seat I began to push up, realizing that my belly was resting over his knees and my feet and knees were nearly on the floor.

I'd ended up twisted sideways over him.

As I rose, he dropped his forearms along my shoulders and hips and flattened me back over his lap.

"Bodin!" I objected.

"You look rather lovely, right where you are." He caressed a loving hand over where my skirt molded my ass.

Then he leaned over to catch the hem of my skirt. Slowly dragging it up my legs, revealing the expanse of pale skin appreciatively. Once he straightened, he tossed my skirt up around my waist, dragging it up from beneath me.

"Bodin!" I tried to lurch up again.

He swatted my bare ass.

"Stay right where you are, Belle." There was a dangerous note in his voice.

***

I swallowed. My lady like instinct screaming that I should leap up in outrage, slap him silly and sulk on my side of the carriage but his tempting touch back at Demetrius House had me already damp between my thighs and had me curious as to what he'd do now.

"Bodin?" It was a last plea to beg him to stop before I could no longer resist what he was doing to me.

"Now, now, Belle. Just learn to relax when I touch you. You may find it far more pleasurable than you ever thought" He rumbled in a low tone. I could feel the vibration in his abdomen and chest against my side as he spoke. "Even if I'm not the poet you'd hoped for."

I shot him a sharp look. Wondering how he knew.

"You think I didn't hear you and the maids whispering all the time? I could hear your voice anywhere in that House, Belle."

"Was I really so loud?"

"No, but your voice always got my attention. Now I'm going to get yours..."

***

He suddenly slid a thumb along the crease of my ass. Rubbing around the puckered little hole in circular motions.

I yelped and tried to lurch up but had nowhere to go.

"I could scream." I warned glaring at him over my shoulder.

"I told the driver to ignore you if you did." He said so quickly I couldn't tell if he was posturing as he refused to meet my gaze.

Surely he didn't?

He wouldn't.

He stroked my center with two of his fingers. Finding me already damp from his early ministrations. "Still thinking of me, were you Belle?"

I scoffed.

"Scoff again." He slipped a finger in me, and it felt like my nerves exploded. My skin tingled and wild ripples of sensation rolled through me. From this angle it felt as though his knuckles nearly brushed my spine. He tenderly slipped another in to join the first and I could feel myself straining backward to press more firmly against his hand. Wanting more.

"So greedy." He remarked.

I found myself sliding forward and easing back against his grip. Planting myself more roughly against him.

"You're innately curious." He noted. A note of pride in his voice. "Yearning to know more."

"Bodin, what have you done to me?"

"Unleashed you."

***

He swirled his fingers inside me, and I felt something hard along my side.

I twisted to peer up at him. Knowing enough now to be aware it was the part of him that had been buried, pelvis deep into me.

He wants me again already? It was fair. I wanted him again. I was unable to banish the images of his sinewed muscles sheened with sweat as he moved over me. Making the distinctly male sounds that had soaked my sex.

"Is this what you intend to do to me every day, Bodin?"

"Of course not." He proclaimed. Slipping his finger out to give my bottom a swat. "We're not wed. It would be quite improper."

That made my stomach sink a bit. I wanted more. I wanted his touch all over me.

And there was something very erotic about imagining that he desired me just as constantly.

"Is that your aim, Bodin? To make me weak with seduction?"

"That would certainly be the best chess play, wouldn't it Darling?"

I stared at a piece of wood before me. Missing his touch on my most intimate places.

He still massaged my ass cheek in a circular motion. Absentmindedly staring out the window.

As if I were a fun little item to touch but no more.

I remembered what he'd said about not being my poet and somehow it gave me the strength to roll from his lap and plop to the aisle between us. "You'll not have me, Bodin."

He leaned forward across the aisle until he stared at me levelly. His vibrant eyes keen with intellect and intensity vibrating off of him as he whispered. "I already have, Belle..."