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reached out and tilted her chin upward with one finger, and she felt a wisp of excitement rush through her. She wasn’t a virgin, but the one man she’d been with was not half as dashing as the baron. He had been a merchant’s son in town. She’d been curious of the act of being bedded and it had been his first time as well. So together they’d experimented in coupling with each other. But that was two years ago, and she hadn’t been with another man since.
His eyes were fastened to her lips, and this exited her. Then he reached forward and pressed his lips upon hers. His hands slid down her shoulders and lingered at the sides of her breasts, and she didn’t stop him. Then she reached upward and put her hands on his shoulders as she returned the kiss as well.
He tasted like ale and smoked meat, and his clothes smelled like the sea. She ran her hands through his thick, honey-colored hair, and kissed him deeper. When she’d kissed him on the ship, she’d done it to distract him and make him forget she owed him money. Now, she kissed him because she wanted to - not because she had to or because she was playing a game. She felt something awaken deep within her when he placed his lips against hers. The thought of a nobleman kissing her excited her in more ways than one.
He took a hold of her hands and placed them against his bare chest. She felt power, and muscle beneath her palms. And when he guided her hands downwards, her fingertips grazed past his flat nipples and they instantly rose to little peaks. She heard him take a sharp, deep breath, and then to her dismay he pushed her away.
“My lord?” she asked, not certain what she was to do next.
“I just wanted to give you a taste of what you’ll be missing.” He reached down and started to removed his braies. She turned quickly and looked the other way. She felt so rejected right now.
“Where will I be sleeping, my lord?” she boldly asked, not turning to look at him for fear she’d see more of his bare skin.
“You will be sleeping on the pallet at the foot of my bed.” She first noticed the pallet he spoke of, and though it was no different than the one she slept on at her own home, it felt belittling since she would sleep at his feet like one of his hounds.
“Aye, my lord,” she said instead of what she really wanted to tell him. Because if she angered him now – she might never taste his kiss upon her lips again. And somehow, that thought was more frightening than actually being ordered to warm his bed.
Chapter 5
It was late the next day by the time the ship docked at the New Romney port. Nicholas walked down the pier with his steward and squire at his side. Muriel followed behind him quietly.
He hadn’t had a wink of sleep last night with her lying at the foot of his bed. He’d meant to teach her a lesson by kissing her and teasing her and leaving her wanting more. Instead, he’d only managed to get hot and bothered, and more than once that night he’d almost gotten off his bed and laid his hard body atop her and had his way with her to find his release.
But he hadn’t. Instead, he’d just lain there frustrated as all hell, wishing he’d never kissed her in the first place. Now that he knew what he was missing out on, it only made him want her even more. He kept thinking of the magic she worked with her fingers, spinning the spindle in her hand as she showed him her skill. God’s eyes, he envied the damn thing right now, wishing it was his spindle she rolled in her apt fingers instead. Just thinking of it made him hard again, and he knew he would have to do something to get this desirable girl off his mind.
“Muriel,” called a voice from the wharf, and he looked up to see the girl’s brother as well as another woman standing there waving at them.
“Isaac,” she cried out and ran past Nicholas and threw herself into her brother’s arms. She kissed him on the cheek over and over, and once again that envy grew
His eyes were fastened to her lips, and this exited her. Then he reached forward and pressed his lips upon hers. His hands slid down her shoulders and lingered at the sides of her breasts, and she didn’t stop him. Then she reached upward and put her hands on his shoulders as she returned the kiss as well.
He tasted like ale and smoked meat, and his clothes smelled like the sea. She ran her hands through his thick, honey-colored hair, and kissed him deeper. When she’d kissed him on the ship, she’d done it to distract him and make him forget she owed him money. Now, she kissed him because she wanted to - not because she had to or because she was playing a game. She felt something awaken deep within her when he placed his lips against hers. The thought of a nobleman kissing her excited her in more ways than one.
He took a hold of her hands and placed them against his bare chest. She felt power, and muscle beneath her palms. And when he guided her hands downwards, her fingertips grazed past his flat nipples and they instantly rose to little peaks. She heard him take a sharp, deep breath, and then to her dismay he pushed her away.
“My lord?” she asked, not certain what she was to do next.
“I just wanted to give you a taste of what you’ll be missing.” He reached down and started to removed his braies. She turned quickly and looked the other way. She felt so rejected right now.
“Where will I be sleeping, my lord?” she boldly asked, not turning to look at him for fear she’d see more of his bare skin.
“You will be sleeping on the pallet at the foot of my bed.” She first noticed the pallet he spoke of, and though it was no different than the one she slept on at her own home, it felt belittling since she would sleep at his feet like one of his hounds.
“Aye, my lord,” she said instead of what she really wanted to tell him. Because if she angered him now – she might never taste his kiss upon her lips again. And somehow, that thought was more frightening than actually being ordered to warm his bed.
Chapter 5
It was late the next day by the time the ship docked at the New Romney port. Nicholas walked down the pier with his steward and squire at his side. Muriel followed behind him quietly.
He hadn’t had a wink of sleep last night with her lying at the foot of his bed. He’d meant to teach her a lesson by kissing her and teasing her and leaving her wanting more. Instead, he’d only managed to get hot and bothered, and more than once that night he’d almost gotten off his bed and laid his hard body atop her and had his way with her to find his release.
But he hadn’t. Instead, he’d just lain there frustrated as all hell, wishing he’d never kissed her in the first place. Now that he knew what he was missing out on, it only made him want her even more. He kept thinking of the magic she worked with her fingers, spinning the spindle in her hand as she showed him her skill. God’s eyes, he envied the damn thing right now, wishing it was his spindle she rolled in her apt fingers instead. Just thinking of it made him hard again, and he knew he would have to do something to get this desirable girl off his mind.
“Muriel,” called a voice from the wharf, and he looked up to see the girl’s brother as well as another woman standing there waving at them.
“Isaac,” she cried out and ran past Nicholas and threw herself into her brother’s arms. She kissed him on the cheek over and over, and once again that envy grew
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