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assiduously
avoided all of the strategic areas. His chest was sparkling clean,
as was his neck and face. His hair was cleaner than it had been in
years, and his back, even his feet, and his arms and hands. But
most of the rest of him still reeked of the road, and he intended
that she was going to give him a thorough bath.
    So he grabbed the hand that had been
making determined but useless circles on his belly and pushed it
lower, where it would do him some good, in one way or another. The
cloth slipped, as it was wont to do, and her hand came in contact
with him for the first time.
    Amber reacted like a scalded cat, but
his reflexes were too finely honed to let her get away with
retracting her hand that quickly. And, luckily, his ego wasn’t
quite that delicate. He brought her fingers back down to him,
murmuring all the way that touching him wasn’t going to hurt her,
or him—not that he fancied she cared—until her fingers finally
wrapped around the full tumescence of him, and he groaned, deep in
the back of his throat.
    That caught Amber’s attention like
nothing could have. The connection between her hand on him, and his
guttural, completely animalistic reaction clicked something in her
head, and experimentally, she moved her hand up and down on him,
just to see what would happen.

Chapter Five
     
     
    Jesu, she was getting naturally too
good at this already, he thought, entirely unable to stop himself
from throwing his head back and growling at the way she held him
firmly, but not too tightly. He wasn’t very fond of the way she was
watching him, though, as if he was some sort of oddity she had to
consider very carefully.
    “ Close your
eyes.”
    “ Close my eyes?” she
parroted back to him, surprised at the command.
    “ Yes. I cannot abide the
way you’re looking at me. Close your eyes or I’ll blindfold
you.”
    “ But, Sir.”
    “ But what?”
    “ I can’t bathe
you–”
    In answer, Piers leaned forward,
reached out to grab Amber by the back of the neck, and hauled her
forward, nearly into the bath with him, thoroughly dampening the
front of her tunic as he brought that sweet mouth of hers down onto
his. “Did I tell you that you could stop?”
    Her fingers were dormant because she
was too preoccupied by his kiss, but they started up again,
slipping carefully up and down that long, thick shaft of his. Piers
was almost immediately unmanned, if only by her untrained skill.
She kept a wonderful rhythm and pressure without having been
taught—he assumed.
    His own free hand was far from idle,
having sought and found her budding nipples where they were brought
into relief by the worn, clinging fabric of her garments. One quick
flick of the tip of his index finger on an impudent nub had her
trying to crane away from him, but he wouldn’t allow it, and he
pulled her closer.
    Long before he reached his own
pleasure, he had her panting hotly for her own. He’d never had a
wench who was quite so responsive just to breast play, and this was
without having even bared them to his touch.
    As he drew closer to his own end, he
wished he hadn’t decided to do this in a bath, as he wish heartily
for her mouth on his cock, but he knew he wouldn’t last to the bed.
He let her go, so that she might concentrate on the matter at hand.
“Faster, Amber. A little faster, and all the way up to the tip,
then all the way down, every stroke.”
    Her hand was barely large enough to
fit round him, and finally, he didn’t know what stroke of genius
touched her, but she brought her other hand to bear, wetting and
soaping it well, and that was all he could stand. He flew off into
the sun, and was putty in her small hands with a scream dragged
from the deepest recesses of his throat. Archie knocked at the door
to see that he was all right.
    Knowing that the man wouldn’t take
Amber’s word for it, he shouted angrily, “Yes, man, I’m fine.” It
didn’t help that Archie was half deaf, but he’d been his father’s
man, and