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“We’re not finished here.”
Alarm reared up until she saw that gentle, small smile. “W-we’re not?” Excitement and fear made odd companions, and for the life of her she couldn’t tell if her racing pulse was brought on by terror or anticipation.
Did he mean to continue? Even after her panic, did he wish to claim her? He had not spoken of marriage, but she’d been the one to offer herself as his mistress. She would not complain if that was all he wanted.
She swallowed and fidgeted the fabric of her skirts. “Very well.”
He moved toward her closely. “I won’t hurt you, Lillian.”
“I know.” But her voice was tight and high.
He reached out to stroke her cheek. “I only want to show you that this—what we were doing—it can lead to pleasure.”
She nodded. “Yes, I understand it can be quite pleasurable for men and—”
“For you, Lillian. It can be pleasurable for you.”
She blinked in surprise. “Oh.”
“That feeling that came over you before...”
His voice was so low she could feel it in her belly, that place between her thighs began to ache all over again.
“That was only the beginning,” he said. “And I don’t want Fallenmore to take that from you. Do you understand?”
She blinked once. Twice. “No.”
One side of his mouth hitched up and her lungs emptied of air at that rakish lopsided grin.
“Then let me show you.” He paused just shy of touching her. “Please.”
He was waiting for her, and she didn’t have to think. She nodded.
He scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the bed. “Do you trust me, Lillian?”
She nodded again. “Yes.” It was little more than a whisper as fear and excitement went to war once more.
Dane set her down so gently, as if she was made of glass. “Then let me show you.”
Her lips parted and she nodded, waiting for him to start kissing her again, or perhaps touch her breast in that way that had made her feel like she was coming apart in his arms. But he didn’t do either. Instead he shifted so he was over her, settling back as he reached for the edges of her skirts.
Panic made her start but he stilled as well, his gaze dark and heavy on hers. “Trust me, love. I just want to make you feel better.”
Feel better? Did that mean…
She clamped her thighs together tightly. Did he know how she ached? The questions kept her mind occupied as she watched in horrified fascination as he made quick work of hitching up her skirts and removing her underthings. “Dane, what are you—”
She cut herself off with a loud gasp as he leaned down and placed his lips against the inside of her knee. Her skirts had fallen between her thighs and he seemed content to kiss one knee and then the next, his lips slow and gentle as they moved over sensitive skin.
His hands were gentle too as they stroked her calves, moving up to slip beneath the thick fabric to her outer thighs. Her breathing was growing short and though her cheeks burned with embarrassment, she couldn’t look away from the sight of this large, strong man lavishing attention on her legs of all things.
And then his lips were moving up to her inner thighs as his hands deftly moved the fabric out of his way. The feel of his hair and the stubble of his jaw against the soft, sensitive skin of her inner thighs made her legs tremble.
“Dane?” She wasn’t even sure what she was asking. But he seemed to know because he began murmuring against her skin between kisses. Disjointed phrases and words. Lovely. So sweet. My beautiful girl.
The whisper of his breath, the sound of his voice, it relaxed her even as his lips set her skin on fire with each new press to her skin.
When at last he was fully buried under her skirts, she was outright panting. What was he doing? He couldn’t be—
