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nibbling and kissing it in a way that had the most unexpected effect. Damn, she couldn’t recall, but what he was doing was rather amazing. It was sending shivers of excitement up and down her body in waves of pleasure like she’d never experienced.
    If the church knew about this they would no doubt be up in arms, she thought. Nothing that felt this good could be condoned by the church. They tended to disapprove of anything pleasurable and— That thought reminded her of what she’d wanted to say earlier, this kind of thing was definitely not condoned by the church, not just because they weren’t married, but because she was a boy. At least, he thought she was a boy. She wasn’t of course, but to his mind he was kissing a boy, which was a bit distressing since she was enjoying it, but knew he was a man. She’d seen him naked after all. How disappointed would he be when he discovered she wasn’t a boy as he thought?
    She’d barely had the thought when Jo became aware that Cam had been easing her tunic up her back and encountered the binding that kept her breasts flat and helped her with her disguise. She expected him to ask what that was about and whether she’d broken her ribs in the beating she’d taken, but instead she felt cold steel against the skin of her back and the binding suddenly gave way. A heartbeat later his hands had shifted around to clasp and cover her aching breasts so that he could squeeze and caress them.
    Not so disappointed, she thought dizzily as he suddenly rolled her onto her back and lifted her tunic as he shifted down her body so that he could claim one nipple in his warm mouth.
    Why wasn’t he disappointed? She wondered with confusion. Or at least startled? And why did that feel so damned good?
    Jo moaned as he tugged at her nipple with his lips, drawing all the excitement presently bouncing through her body to that area. That excitement only increased when she felt his knee slide upward between her legs and press against the core of her through her braies. So she almost moaned with disappointment when Cam suddenly raised his head and asked, “Joanne or Josephine?”
    “What?” She stared at him blankly.
    “Yer name,” he explained solemnly. “It has been driving me mad the last two days since I discovered ye weren’t a boy. Every female name I could think of that might fit has gone through me thoughts, Joan, Joella, Joanna, Jocelyn, Jo-”
    “Joan,” she interrupted, and asked, “You knew I was a girl? How—?”
    “I saw ye preparing to bathe that first night,” he explained, shifting up her body to settle his weight on his side, leaving his hands free. “Ye let yer hair down, removed yer tunic, and then unwrapped the binding and all that beautiful bounty spilled out and I kenned ye could no’ be a boy.” Lowering his head then, he claimed her lips even as one hand settled over some of that “beautiful bounty” to palm and caress her.
    Joan moaned into his mouth at the combination, her back instinctively arching to thrust her breast more firmly into his caress. She released another moan, but this time one of protest when he once again broke their kiss and stopped caressing her. Jo reluctantly opened her eyes, expecting another question, but then blinked them quickly closed and raised herself slightly, her upper arms rising instinctively above her head as he tugged her tunic up from where it had gathered above her breasts and pulled it off. She started to lower her arms then, instinct making her reach to cover her breasts, but Cam caught her wrists before her hands could finish the action, and pressed them down on the ground on either side of her head as he kissed her again. He shifted over her as he did, not pressing his weight into her, but urging his knee up against her again and allowing the springy hairs of his chest to brush across her sensitive nipples.
    Jo gasped and writhed beneath him, legs shifting restlessly before closing around his knee and urging him on,