Page 70 of Winning Her Duke

They shared a brief laugh that shifted to a moan when her hand found his length and she wrapped her fingers around him. His skin was so hot and the strange body part twitched in her grip.

He pulled her shirt over her head leaving her in nothing but the short corset she used when wearing men’s clothing. She worked at the laces as he pulled off his boots and breeches.

When they were both free of their clothes, they stood staring and panting.

“Hmm,” she said without meaning to.

“What does that mean?” he asked.

“I’ve only ever seen a horse’s member before. You are much smaller.”

His eyes went wide and he laughed.

“I’ve always heard maidens were put off by the size of a man. All worry over whether or not it should fit but you…” He laughed. “Of course, you would say something completely unexpected.”

“Well, I know it will fit, don’t I? How would humanity continue on if male and female parts didn’t align correctly?”

He was really laughing now and she realized this was probably not the way experienced women seduced their lovers. With their odd ramblings of procreation. She’d wanted him to lose control, not break down in hysterics.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said anything. I don’t know all of what should happen between us, but I’m sure you shouldn’t be laughing.”

He was still smiling though the laughter had faded as he placed his hand against her cheek.

“Why should you and I do what is expected when we can be so much better?”

He kissed her deeper.

“Promise me one thing,” she whispered as his lips moved to her neck.

“Anything.” His voice shook and she thought he was on the precipice of losing control. She felt the power rising in her.

“Don’t stay away from me anymore. Please, Jeremy?”

“I only did so to try to protect you. But now… Even if I should wish to, I’m afraid I lack the strength.”

“Good.” Very good, in fact. She needed him.

She had missed his friendship horribly. His dry wit and the way he was often amused at her antics rather than put off by them. Sometimes even encouraging her.

But this… this physical element of their friendship was so much more than expected.

His kisses had moved lower, across her stomach and as her legs began to tremble, he lifted her enough to settle them in the hay atop the plaid he’d laid there.

When she shifted and let out a restless sound, he clearly knew what she needed even if she didn’t. His fingers slid over her most intimate place twice before diving within.

She had touched herself in the past, but it had not been like this. She’d had nothing to go on but what felt good. He, however, was skilled in knowing what felt extraordinary.

She gasped and remembered she should also be touching him. After all, it was for both of them and so far, he had made it all about her.

Her hand caressed over his broad shoulder, up his neck and through the silky, blond locks of his hair. But when his lips touched her core and his tongue teased at her, caressing gave way to grasping and clinging until he reached up to tug her fingers free from where she was pulling at him.

Another chuckle, but this time the breath of his laugher reached out to touch her center and she moaned in want of something only he could give her.

“Please.” Was she begging? She didn’t care if she was.

“Aye, lass,” he promised and she relaxed only slightly, knowing that he would take care of her, even if he wasn’t doing it fast enough for her liking as he lapped at her lazily.

“Please,” she said again in a long groan.