Jason wants more

"But I'm here now..." Jason mumbled and shifted forward so his arms lay on the bed pinning her under the sheets "... and a bed is so much nicer than some old ruins." He moved again until he loomed above her in the darkness.

"Jason, no." Charlotte began and as he lowered his face to hers she added much more sharply "NO!" But then his brandy flavored mouth covered hers and he was kissing her with a drunken single-minded intent. The kiss was not unpleasant, and had Charlotte had not met Black Brand and experienced the fire of his embrace she might have even been flattered by Mr. Worthington's daring liberty. However, Jason's drunken boldness did not impress her tonight, instead she fought to free her arms from under the covering and determinedly refused to open her lips to Jason's tongue.

Charlotte felt Jason adjust his position but the brief flash of hope that he might be leaving was dashed as she felt his thigh cover hers. "MmmgphJasnnmghs." Charlotte was suddenly reminded that she had pulled up her nightgown in the midst of her shameful erotic fantasy, the cotton cloth was still bunched up around her waist leaving her thighs protected by nothing more than the thin Egyptian cotton sheet. Her words were muffled by his slobbering, but she was finally able to free one of her arms and push at his jaw as she twisted her head. Unlike the scenes in her romances where the heroine is overwhelmed, this was not at all exciting - this was simply infuriating.

"Mr. Worthington!" Charlotte hissed as loudly as she dared. How had her world come to this!? Was there something about her that said 'Take me' that men in her life were suddenly picking up on. Almost in answer to this thought she felt Jason grab her wrist and pin it to the mattress as his full weight settled upon her like a heavy winter quilt. The firm bulge of his erection was unmistakable against the softness of her belly leaving no doubt about his willingness.

"Charlie, my darling." Jason murmured in what he must have thought was a reassuring seductive voice. "We are so perfect together, I don't think we'll be able to wait 'til our marriage." Hearing Jason talk about their marriage even as he was holding her down on her bed and licking her neck and ear was too much. She twisted and squirmed with all her strength rocking Jason to one side and finally succeeded in freeing her other arm.

Probably, had Mr. Worthington not been drunk she would not have had as much success tilting him from his position, but then again had he not been drunk she doubted he'd have the nerve to **** her like this. It seemed as if Jason was finally beginning to understand that she was not playing a game of coy resistance, but in the struggle her sheet had fallen to her waist and his eyes did not miss the condition of her night gown or the flash of bare skin beneath it.

"Mr. Worthington," She spoke as firmly as she knew how "You are drunk sir, and are behaving most improperly. Leave my room now and I will try to forgive this egregious lapse in judgment and character."