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Authors: Celeste Bradley
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knowing. With two fingers, Willa lifted the covers and peeked down the length of Nathaniel Stonewell. The nightshirt went quite properly past his knees, but she could still see muscled, naked, hairy calves and square, naked, hairy feet.
"Goodness," whispered Willa. "What big feet you have."
She didn't live over a tavern for nothing. Willa knew a bit more about life than either Moira or John suspected. If one sat at an open window on a summer's night, one could hear all sorts of conversations from the tavern window just below. One of those conversations had once touched upon the correlation between the size of a man's feet and the size of his… parts.
It seemed a little indecent to be peeking at Nathaniel's naked body parts, but Willa couldn't resist lifting the loose placket at the front of the nightshirt and peering down his wide, naked, hairy chest.
It was a handsome chest, plated with firm, powerful muscles even in his lax state. She could see a little line of light brown hair trailing down his flat, hard belly. Now where did that go? Lifting the shirt a bit higher, she peeked lower—
Oh… my.
Clamping her eyes shut, she flipped his collar back to his chin and shot back to her own bed. No, she definitely shouldn't have been looking at big, naked, hairy… parts. Bad Willa.
But definitely intrigued, curious, slightly mystified Willa. What she had seen and what she ought to do about it was surely a puzzle.
Oh, she had a vague idea. She lived over an ale room, after all. Yet those accounts had usually assumed male willingness. But if he wasn't going to do his share, could it even happen? How did that work? Various incomplete images came to mind.
Oh my
.
Suddenly the room was on its way to being stifling. Willa dropped the blanket from her shoulders with relief. No point in hiding from a man who didn't even know she was in the room.
To be truthful, Willa liked watching him sleep, at least since he had stopped snoring. He was terribly handsome, especially now that he had been cleaned up a bit. Lying back down on her cot, she willed herself to sleep once more. She was hoping she'd dream about what she'd seen…
Nathaniel was dreaming. He dreamed he rested on a vast lush mantle, surrounded by satin and velvet. The air was warm and fragrant, and he heard the soft lilt of music.
Peace. Comfort. Ease. He felt as though he were finally home.
Gradually, he became aware of the rising dawn and the hard floor beneath his shoulder and hip, but still the velvety warmth remained.
It was lovely, but it was just a dream. In a moment, he would wake entirely and the sweet comfort he was feeling would disappear, as dreams always did.
Inhaling deeply, he shifted, burying his face into a fragrant pillow of silken hair and sliding his hand up Willa's warm belly to cup her satiny breast.
"Oh, bloody
hell
!" Flinging himself away from her, Nathaniel stumbled to his feet. Willa gave a feminine little grunt and rolled into the warm spot his body had left in the blankets.
Daylight peeked through the clumsy shutters that were hung over the window.
With a rush, the memories flooded back into his mind. He remembered the girl, the innkeeper, and the twin giants with their casual sympathy and their never-ending vigilance.
Oh, bloody hell.
Then came the memory of the wedding ceremony. His wedding ceremony. Witnesses, white lace, and all.
Oh, bloody
hell
.
Willa got up on her elbows on the mattress and blinked vigorously to wake herself up. Then she rolled her head to rid herself of the crick in her neck. Goodness, she felt as though she had rested on a rock all night.
It wasn't until her bleary vision cleared enough to see the man stalking about the room that Willa remembered that she was now a married woman.
"Hello, Husband," she chirped brightly.
He turned to her, evidently about to speak. Instead, his eyes widened with astonishment.
Curious as to why, Willa looked down at herself. She still wore the gossamer scrap of lawn
"Goodness," whispered Willa. "What big feet you have."
She didn't live over a tavern for nothing. Willa knew a bit more about life than either Moira or John suspected. If one sat at an open window on a summer's night, one could hear all sorts of conversations from the tavern window just below. One of those conversations had once touched upon the correlation between the size of a man's feet and the size of his… parts.
It seemed a little indecent to be peeking at Nathaniel's naked body parts, but Willa couldn't resist lifting the loose placket at the front of the nightshirt and peering down his wide, naked, hairy chest.
It was a handsome chest, plated with firm, powerful muscles even in his lax state. She could see a little line of light brown hair trailing down his flat, hard belly. Now where did that go? Lifting the shirt a bit higher, she peeked lower—
Oh… my.
Clamping her eyes shut, she flipped his collar back to his chin and shot back to her own bed. No, she definitely shouldn't have been looking at big, naked, hairy… parts. Bad Willa.
But definitely intrigued, curious, slightly mystified Willa. What she had seen and what she ought to do about it was surely a puzzle.
Oh, she had a vague idea. She lived over an ale room, after all. Yet those accounts had usually assumed male willingness. But if he wasn't going to do his share, could it even happen? How did that work? Various incomplete images came to mind.
Oh my
.
Suddenly the room was on its way to being stifling. Willa dropped the blanket from her shoulders with relief. No point in hiding from a man who didn't even know she was in the room.
To be truthful, Willa liked watching him sleep, at least since he had stopped snoring. He was terribly handsome, especially now that he had been cleaned up a bit. Lying back down on her cot, she willed herself to sleep once more. She was hoping she'd dream about what she'd seen…
Nathaniel was dreaming. He dreamed he rested on a vast lush mantle, surrounded by satin and velvet. The air was warm and fragrant, and he heard the soft lilt of music.
Peace. Comfort. Ease. He felt as though he were finally home.
Gradually, he became aware of the rising dawn and the hard floor beneath his shoulder and hip, but still the velvety warmth remained.
It was lovely, but it was just a dream. In a moment, he would wake entirely and the sweet comfort he was feeling would disappear, as dreams always did.
Inhaling deeply, he shifted, burying his face into a fragrant pillow of silken hair and sliding his hand up Willa's warm belly to cup her satiny breast.
"Oh, bloody
hell
!" Flinging himself away from her, Nathaniel stumbled to his feet. Willa gave a feminine little grunt and rolled into the warm spot his body had left in the blankets.
Daylight peeked through the clumsy shutters that were hung over the window.
With a rush, the memories flooded back into his mind. He remembered the girl, the innkeeper, and the twin giants with their casual sympathy and their never-ending vigilance.
Oh, bloody hell.
Then came the memory of the wedding ceremony. His wedding ceremony. Witnesses, white lace, and all.
Oh, bloody
hell
.
Willa got up on her elbows on the mattress and blinked vigorously to wake herself up. Then she rolled her head to rid herself of the crick in her neck. Goodness, she felt as though she had rested on a rock all night.
It wasn't until her bleary vision cleared enough to see the man stalking about the room that Willa remembered that she was now a married woman.
"Hello, Husband," she chirped brightly.
He turned to her, evidently about to speak. Instead, his eyes widened with astonishment.
Curious as to why, Willa looked down at herself. She still wore the gossamer scrap of lawn
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