Page 33 of The Lady’s Great Escape

All thought of that was pushed aside when she spread her legs and nodded. “I believe you were right here.”

For being new to the act of sex, she certainly knew what to say to make his blood run hot. His fingers fumbled with the sheath and he cursed once until it was secured in place and he knelt between her thighs.

“Celia?” he whispered, quietly confirming her approval. The damage had already been done a few nights ago, but he would still make sure this was what she wanted. He couldn’t bear regret from either of them when it was over.

“Please,” she said in a begging tone. Her hips came up from the mattress and her heat brushed against him where he already burned.

It was an easy thing for him to push inside her fully. Without the need for care that he’d hurt her, he pulled out and thrust home again, harder.

“Oh!” she said and he stopped instantly, his back quivering from the effort of waiting.

“What? Have I hurt you?”

“No. That’s just it. There is no pain at all this time. I thought it was good the other night, but now…”

He smiled and kissed her. “It’s exquisite.”

“Yes.” She pulled him closer, her fingernails biting into his flesh. “More,” she demanded and he was quick to follow her command. After all, he was completely hers.

And for the moment, at least, she was his as well.

*

Kit was perfectand patient. He gave her what she asked for while also exploring other things. Always asking if she liked what he was doing. To which the answer was always undeniably yes.

He was a wonderful lover. Not that she had anyone to compare him to. But he’d brought her to completion more than once before taking his own release. And then teasing another orgasm from her with his talented fingers.

In addition to his unselfishness and skill, she was comfortable with him and he definitely suited her needs. She also cared for him. He was fun to be with and made her laugh during those times of quiet bliss after he’d thoroughly wrecked her with passion.

She pressed her lips together and shook her head. No. She would do well not to think about him for anything but physical pleasure. She’d once hoped he’d be her hero and her husband. But he’d let her down.

Back then she hadn’t had much time to think things through, but she’d known she didn’t want anyone else but him. She knew she could find happiness as his wife, but he hadn’t wanted her.

It wasn’t a surprise that a then twenty-year-old young man wouldn’t want a wife. Not when he had wild oats to sow. Still, she’d thought he would be willing to put that aside to save her from a marriage she thought would be horrible.

Fortunately, it hadn’t been as bad as she’d expected, but at the time she’d reached out to Kit for help and he’d refused.

She’d forgiven him for his abandonment. She’d welcomed his friendship, but this was beyond friendship. Could she take him to her bed but keep him from her heart?

He shifted and kissed her shoulder. His warm body next to her was almost as pleasurable as the orgasm. She smiled and kissed him, earning a soft moan from him. He moved closer and she felt his growing hardness against her hip.

Unable to resist, she locked down her heart and pulled him near.

“Now. Show me how to use my hands and mouth to pleasure a man,” she said in her most seductive voice.

“Oh, the demands you put upon your lovers, my lady. But alas, I shall do my best to fulfill my duty.”

They laughed easily at his jest, but quickly their mirth faded once more to desire.