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“You mean…the consummating?”
He zeroed in on her gaze, finding her brows furrowed. Consummation wasnotwhat he had in mind. “A kiss,” he said, remembering they did that after vows were exchanged.
The look that came over her said consummation would’ve been easier. Fuck, he hoped not. She gave a little nod then. “Okay. Later?”
He resisted the urge to do it right then. Get it done with. “Yes. Later.”
“Like when?”
It was definitely a big deal to her. “You tell me.”
She gave a little shrug, stuffing a hand in her pocket and smacking her neck. “I mean…it’s just a kiss, ain’t like it needs any fanfare.”
Talking herself out of a corner. “Consummation can come later. Since itisrequired in a marriage.”
She nodded barely. “Okay. Whenever you want.”
“You’ll pick that one.”
She lowered her head, and he used that moment to leave. “I’ll call you later. Go straight home after supplies.”
“I will,” she assured, all her earlier fight nowhere to be found. Not a problem with authority, a problem with hurting another human. Swamp Treasure.
He’d park in the marsh nearby and listen to that recording. Make sure she got home safely.
****
Cat took her time in the tub when it was obvious Ethan wasn’t gonna show up. Not that she was hoping. But she did have more questions. Mercy he was too much. Too much man, too much sexy, too much everything. She was in over her head. And how long would she be able to pretend he didn’t shake her to the core with just a look? He thought she had an issue with authority, and she surely did with men who weren’t her boss. But his authority was different. Bossy yes, very, but his intentions kept it from rubbing her the wrong way. They rubbed her in all the right ways in fact.
And Lord of Luther he wanted to seal their marriage with akiss. God, she hoped he knew how because she had no practice whatsoever. Which reminded her of the godawful conversation she’d had with Michelle, Rachel, and Marsha. She’d spilled the beans to them, and boy did the sexual circus ensue. She shoulda never mentioned the baby but they were prodding all about sex and well, she wanted to tellsomebody.Then they harassed her about inexperience and her needing to have her parts examined, make sure she was even capable. They’d even suggested she let Daniel take her for a spin just to make sure things were operating. Bayoutwats.
Her parts worked just fine. No reason they wouldn’t. Or shouldn’t.
Dread circled her gut as she worried nonetheless. What would he expect in a woman? Hopefully not experience. This was an arrangement, she remembered. She should…just tell him what he was getting. They both had a right to know those things. Especially now that she’d heard those rumors about him.
Ever hear of masturbating?
Her face burned at their question that had followed with laughter at her answer. “Everybody’s heard of that.” Thankfully she didn’t say it was a boy-only thing because apparently it was a girl thing too. But just because she’d never, didn’t mean nothing. And with a husband, that kind of thing was a no-needer. A teenage fad. And they were both way past that.
Even still, she wondered over all of it, and she kept coming up with those images of Ethan’s massive hands on his massive manhood. The visions caused a thick burning between her legs, proving she had functioning parts. Well, it was doingsomething.
What other functions were there and how did one know if they worked? Were there things she needed to know to please him? Lord, ofcoursethere was. This was a business arrangement to him, and he’d expect some kind of minimum knowledge at least. She’d need to find a way to present those questions in a professional manner, that’s all. He was kind enough to ask without worrying about ridicule. Because he was professional. And didn’t need a woman. Didn’t need her.
She reclined her head back, only to get immediately assaulted by those visions of his hand on his penis. Would he stroke it fast or slow. What would he look like? Muscles rippled in her mind as she saw his legs open. She opened her own and the hot water made the ache between them throb more. She lowered her hand to the spot and touched, letting out a gasp at how sensitive it was. She opened more, stroking over the area till the heat got even hotter. Would he touch her there when they tried for a baby? She let out a gasp at the idea, closing her eyes and imagining it. “Oh,” she moaned when she thought of his finger going inside her. She’d heard of a man kissing a woman down there and the second she saw his face between her legs, the heat tripled, making her cry out and open wider. She rubbed that spot faster now, moans filling her chest and pouring from her. Oh God, it felt so good. So good.
A shrill ring split the air, jolting her up in the tub. Oh crap, the cell phone he’d given her! She grabbed her washcloth and dried her hands, leaning and grabbing it off the stool.
“Sorry I’m so late,” he said. “You still up?”
“I’m…was… just getting out the tub.”
“Are you okay?”
“What? Yes, why? Why wouldn’t I be?”
“You sound like you’ve been running.”
“The phone startled me, I was…sleeping in the tub.”
