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But Katie looked, and not for the first time, either. She did not personally see the appeal—men had a far more interesting reproductive organ in her opinion—but she liked the effect it had on Gerrit.

“So pretty and pink,” he muttered, his words causing even more waves of heat to surge through her. He flexed his hips, hissing in a harsh breath when his hard shaft stroked her back, not once, but again and again.

“Do you touch yourself, Kathryn?”

Her head whipped up at the filthy question, her eyes running straight into his. “Wh-what?”

“You know what I mean.”

“No!”

He grinned, the expression even more unexpected than his earlier smile had been. He looked wolfish, his teeth remarkably white against his darkly tanned skin, one side of his mouth pulled up higher than the other. His pale eyes gleamed, mischievous and carnal.

“You are fibbing, aren’t you, Kathryn?”

“I don’t—that is—oh fine, yes, for pity’s sake!” she snapped, flustered and annoyed and aroused all at once.

His grin just grew. “Some night you will show me,” he said, resuming his distracting grinding against her back. “I will spread you out on the bed and you will demonstrate how you give yourself an orgasm.”

Katie could not believe how erotic his threat sounded. Embarrassing, but erotic.

“But not tonight,” he said, and then abruptly leaned down and pulled her robe from her shoulders. “Get on the bed.”

The order reminded her of their very first night and Katie got to her feet, just as eager to comply as she had been then. But she paused and gestured to her clothing. “Should I—”

“No. I want to take you this way.” He shrugged out of his banyan, his own body naked from his toes all the way up. The most intriguing part of him was thick, rigid, and glistening. “On the bed,” he repeated, punctuating his command with a swat on her bottom.

Katie jumped and made the mortifying yelping sound that she seemed to make only in her husband’s presence.

She glared at him, and he raised both eyebrows as if to ask what she was going to do about it.

Katie wanted to shove him or climb him or kiss him or do all three. Instead, she gave him what she hoped was a seductive smile and sauntered slowly to the bed, earning a low chuckle for her efforts.

“No, not on your back,” he said. “Hands and knees.”

She turned to him, shocked. “Like beasts?”

“You’ve seen that, have you?”

“I grew up in the country. Of course, I have—” She broke off when she saw he was grinning. Again. Three times in one night!

Katie scowled at him for teasing her even though she liked it and then climbed up onto the mattress, briefly turning to give him a challenging look over her shoulder before settling on her hands and knees.

“My God, Kathryn.” His voice throbbed with desire. One of his big hands landed gently on her lower back, making her jolt.

“Shhh,” he murmured, as if soothing a nervous filly. “Look at you,” he said, the words low and worshipful as he stroked first one buttock and then the other. “Yes, like that,” he said, making her realize she was thrusting against his hand. “No, don’t stop.” He slowly pulled up her chemise, until his rough skin was caressing her bare buttocks. She felt movement and then was startled to feel the press of his lips against her hip. “Spread your knees so I can see how wet you are,” he ordered gruffly. He gave an approving rumble when she complied. “Such a good, obedient wife.” His thick fingers slipped into the slick folds of her sex, the pads caressing her in exactly the right spot. “So hot and wet and eager.”

She made a mewling—yes, a mewling—sound but could not have cared less. He worked her like a musician with a favorite instrument, and she gave herself up to his virtuosic mastery, bucking and grinding and, finally, calling out his name, her inner muscles rippling with the force of her climax. She rode the waves of pleasure until they faded to warm, when she felt the pressure of his thighs against hers.

“Down,” he said, his hand splaying across her shoulders and lightly pressing her toward the mattress.

Katie went gratefully, not sure how her arms, shaky and weak, had not collapsed already. She had some vague notion of what he must see from his vantage point above her, but rather than shame her, it made her feel desirable and she pushed her bottom up toward him, begging for whatever he might deign to give her.

“Ah, sweetheart,” he said thickly. “I would like to do this all night long, but I am nearly at the end of myself.” He slid all the way inside her.

Katie squirmed and let out a muffled whimper. “You—it feels—”

“Bigger?”