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When he turned he saw her taking in yet a different part of his body. He realized then she hadn’t trembled from the cold and her nipples weren’t hard just from the chill air.

“You’re wrong,” he said as he looked her over. Her hair falling over her shoulders like dark curtains against her pail skin and gown. “I am more than interested in you.”

She was lovely, her body lush, and he’d not been with a woman in some time. But that was not what drew him to her. She was not just a frilly lady of the ton. She was a sensible lass, who did what was needed to save her brother. How many other women would have simply married the most suitable gentleman without another thought?

His wife was loyal. He realized now, she would be unlikely to take a lover. This was her chance. She was asking him to be her lover.

And damn if he’d let her down.

Chapter Twelve

Like they’d done on the ship, Maisy was the first to move up to her toes to press her lips to his. It wasn’t a conscious thought to do so, more a compulsion she could not refuse. She needed to kiss him.

The rush of excitement returned as he placed kisses everywhere he could reach and then he slowly lifted her nightgown. She felt the chill of the room touch her feet and calves and then her knees as he seemed to wind her shift up like a sail on his ship.

When the air touched the place she wanted him most, she gasped and pulled back looking into his green eyes.

He remained there, looking her in the eye as his fingers caressed up her hip and then changed course to caress her where she ached. A loud moan escaped her and for a second she worried someone might come in thinking she’d been wounded, but the thought drifted to nothing when he touched her there again and again.

She hadn’t even noticed that while the bottom of her nightdress was coming up, the top had been tugged down, exposing more of her neck and chest. And then her nipple was out in the open and his lips were on it.

Another gasp as her whole body seemed to be twitching and trembling with each touch. And she knew from Caroline’s improper tutelage, that there was much more to come.

Rather than fight around her shift, she grasped it and pulled it over her head so it was out of the way and she could experience every one of her husband’s touches unincumbered.

Fortunately, he was already naked so it was easy enough for her to trail her fingers down over his chest and abdomen, through the nest of hair until she touched his hot cock. It twitched in her hand, startling her.

“It does that on its own,” he told her in a whisper as he claimed that delicious place on her neck right under her ear. How could this get better. Once again Maisy found herself doubting her friend. But so far, she’d been right about everything.

This large part of him was supposed to fit inside her. And while she may not have believed it. She was promised it would all work the way it should.

Maisy wanted to find out. Right now.

She squeezed him slightly and Iain was quick to pull her hand away from him.

“Did I do it wrong?”

“No. But if you keep touching me, it will be over before we’ve begun.”

“Oh, yes. The climax. You will fall asleep afterward.” Maisy nodded wondering how she would ever sleep at all this night. Her heart was pounding with excitement.

Iain chuckled.

“Not immediately after, and I’ll make sure you’re not wanting before I do.”

“Can we put you inside me now?”

He laughed, but in amusement rather than at her expense.

“I have some other things I’d like to do first. If you don’t mind.”

She squirmed. There was definitely something inside her core that needed him, but she would be patient. If they only had this one night, she wanted to experience everything.

For as much as they’d spoken about finding release elsewhere, she would only want this man’s touch, and she didn’t want him to lie with anyone but her. Was that just her need? Would she feel differently years from now when she’d grown lonely and could no longer remember what this felt like?

That would be for another time. Right now, she wanted this man to show her everything she might one day come to miss.

When he lay her back on his bed, she scooted back to make room for him, but he grasped her ankle and pulled her back to the edge of the mattress where he knelt down.