He grounded her even as he drove her in a direction she didn’t quite comprehend—until she wasthere.
Her body understood. There was a tightening and then the most remarkable sense of well-being rippled through her in waves. It was as if she’d been holding herself as tight as a bowstring, only to discover the true pleasure was in letting go. She marveled at how agreeably pleasing it was.
Willa rested her head on his shoulder, savoring the enjoyment.
Matt captured her face, cupping it with both of his hands and turning her up to him. “You are amazing,” he whispered. “Incredible.”
He’d liked it as well.
Her hand ran over his shirt. “No,youare amazing.” She sounded tipsy. She also realized why his smile was so devilish. He had a dimple. It was only on one side of his mouth and didn’t appear often, but when it did, she had no defense against it.
Especially when he followed it with a kiss that curled her toes.
“I told you we’d be good together,” he said. He moved her from his lap and pulled back the bedclothes. “Here, love.”
She moved her unwieldy hair again to one side and slid under the sheets as he unbuttoned his waistcoat. She felt peaceful and drowsy. It had been a full day. A glass of wine would have been nice.
However, her senses perked up as Matt unbuttoned and took off the vest. He placed it on a chair close to the bed. He tugged his shirt over his head.
Willa couldn’t help but stare. He’d seen all of her and she was most anxious to see all of him. Her observation that he had never needed padding in his jackets was quickly confirmed. His chest was hard lean lines. He wasn’t a beefy man but sleek and smooth.
“You are staring,” Matt said.
“Of course,” she answered, and blushed at her own audacity.
“It is all right, Willa. Admire me all you will.” With those words, he began unbuttoning his breeches.
Willa should look away.
She didn’t.
Of course, she’d seen men’s parts when she’d visited museums with Cassandra—but this was different. In marble or oil, the men’s parts in art appeared to look like oysters without the shell. Their bits hadn’t been appealing to her at all. She’d once said as much to Leonie and Cassandra and they had agreed.
Matt didn’t look anything like an oyster. Rodney, Kate had said. His did look like arod-ney. It was a staff with a knobbed head. A large one.
He folded his breeches and put them on the chair with his other clothes before climbing into the bed with her. He pulled the sheet over them.
“Are you all right?” he asked.
Willa wondered if she looked pale. She nodded. Then she had to ask, “Are they all that big?”
Matt knew exactly what she was asking about. “Yes,” he answered. “Mine is actually quite normal.”
However, it was bigger than two fingers. It was also very unattractive. Not as ugly as oysters, but not visually appealing, either.
“They arealllike that?”
“Yes, Willa.” He propped his head on one hand and said, “Are you all right?”
“You keep asking me that.”
“I don’t want you to feel as if I will overrun your wishes. Or that I am pushing you.”
Understanding dawned on her. “We haven’t coupled yet.”
“No, we haven’t. We were just enjoying each other.”
She considered a moment. “Do I need to start counting now?”
