He made loving fun.
He took his time peeling her out of her garments, pressing kisses to every inch of her body that usually was hidden under clothes. Thankfully, he took the time to stoke the fire in her as much as the hearth, or else they’d both be shivering.
His mouth was devastating, and she held his head to her breast as he kissed and suckled on her nipples.
Frederick drew back, smiling gently. “I want to tell you what comes next. I want to bring you to climax again before I enter you. If you don’t like anything I do to you, if the pain is too great, tell me and I’ll stop.”
“All right,” she whispered, reassured that he knew what he was doing.
And he did. With his fingers and then with his mouth, he brought her to the heights of passion again. She shamelessly begged for more, grinding her hips into his face until she was climbing out of her skin and crying out his name.
When she was calm again, she widened her legs when it was exactly the right time, and he slowly pressed inside her. She hissed at the slight sting.
He became still, his breath hot in her ear. “Are you all right?”
“Yes,” she promised. When he withdrew and returned, the pain faded away and only pleasure remained. It hurt at first, but she almost lost her mind for the thrill of what came soon after. They made love, and it was glorious, far better than she dreamed, and by the end, she knew that Frederick truly cared about her needs as much as his own.
He kissed her, touched her, and cried out her name as he climaxed. Afterward, he held her close, begging to know that she really would marry him.
Falling in love was not what she’d expected when she had first met her brother’s best friend. But she quickly discovered, once tempted, love had a mind of its own and an appetite to match insatiable hearts like theirs.