To have done so would be an immense disgrace.He had to know that, of course.She was slightly affronted that he would even think it of her, despite their current circumstances.
“You deserve to have such a thing be a pleasurable experience.And I fear I do not have the… experience to make it so.”
For a moment, her mind stuttered.And then she realized what he meant.“You have never bedded a woman before?”
“Ah.No.”
That possibility, she had to admit, had not occurred to her.She had long accepted as fact that almost all men in her world, particularly those who had attained a certain age, had bedded at least a few women as a matter of course.
She did not understand why his lack of experience should matter to her.In fact, she found it rather—arousing.She liked the idea that she wouldn’t be alone in her inexperience.Perhaps, even, she had sensed it from him, and that was why she found herself capable of being so bold.They felt as if they were in the same place.Equals.
“I don’t mind.”
He shook his head.“It isn’t that simple.It can be—uncomfortable for a woman.I wouldn’t know how to make it less so.”
“I may be an innocent, but I know of the pain that is supposed to attend a woman’s loss of virtue.I was engaged once, after all.I have been told of it.And I have married friends, of course.”
Something flickered across his face.But then it was gone.
“I am not the right choice for such a gift, Scarlett.”
“Well, perhaps you do not have the power to influence my choice.Perhaps, I choose you anyway.”She reached forward and put her hand on his chest.
The gesture was very similar to the one she had made last night, before they had kissed in the entryway.Except for this time,sheleaned in and kissed him.
Thankfully, he returned her kiss.Soon, he was against her again, as hard and provoked as he had been.
“Perhaps,” he said, breaking the kiss, “I can do for you what I did before.In the closet.”
It wasn’t what she sought.But it could do for the present.She felt so hot and needy underneath her thin chemise.
“Please.”
He pulled back her robe and then slipped his hand under the hem of the garment.
He opened her with his fingers, and she gasped.She was so wet for him that his fingers slid easily over her once more.
“Yes,” she breathed.
“Is it-is that right?”
“Yes,” she repeated, but then his hand slid over the center of her pleasure.“There.Yes.There.Right there.”
He kept stroking her, firmly but gently, and she found her breath quickening.
But she didn’t want to only receive pleasure, she realized, even from within it.She wanted to give it as well.She reached out and touched his cock through his trousers again.
He jerked back.“Scarlett.”
“Let me.Please.”
This time, when her hand returned to his trouser front, he didn’t object.She stroked him as he stroked her.It felt so good to touch his throbbing hardness as he touched her so intimately.His little intakes of breath made her feel powerful.
But it still wasn’t enough.“I want to touch you.To really touch you.”
“You are,” he panted.
“No.Take it out.”
