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At his words, she turned her head to look at him, those blue eyes like the ocean boring into him. “That’s a better answer than anyone else has given me.”
Blaine could easily believe it. There were very few people with whom Kathleen could discuss this and they were all undoubtedly doing their best to discourage her from ever seeking this kind of pleasure until she was married to a suitable man. But he had no reason to lie to her or try to scare her; he didn’t want that. He wanted her to know the truth.
Silence fell over them, but this time it felt more comfortable than any previous time. Blaine didn’t feel the need to fill it, but not because he didn’t want to share anything about himself. Rather, he found it enjoyable, simply lying there with Kathleen under his arm, her body warm and solid against him.
And then she spoke again, and from the first word, he felt his resolve crumble piece by piece, just as he had feared.
“If ye kiss me, will I be ruined?”
His chest tightened and his fingers twitched where they lay at the edge of his cloak. “Only if I tell someone.”
“Will ye?” Kathleen asked.
Blaine looked at her, his heart beating as fast as when he was in the middle of a fight.
I might. I should.
“Nay.”
There was a second when Blaine thought Kathleen would put an end to it right then and there and he was both relieved and disappointed. But then, she shuffled a little closer, looking up at him through her lashes and that was more than enough to send a jolt of arousal through him, his manhood quickly hardening under his trews.
“Then kiss me.”
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
It was a bold request and Kathleen could hardly believe she had managed to make it. For all her fearlessness, for all her desire to do everything the men in her life did, when it came to such matters her inexperience got the better of her and she struggled to make her wants known.
But the words had already spilled between them and now it was only a matter of time before Blaine gave her what she craved—or rejected her.
She didn’t know which was more likely. She waited with bated breath as Blaine hesitated, his lips twisting into a grimace as though he was fighting with himself.
One breath turned to another until Kathleen began to worry she would start to hyperventilate. She forced herself to remain calm, even as the tension between them grew andgrew, and by the time Blaine finally moved, it was almost suffocating.
But then she felt the soft press of his lips against hers and she couldn’t help the low, shuddering moan that escaped her. It was chaste, tender, and Kathleen was certain it would have remained so if it was up to Blaine, so she decided it was time to take some real action.
Leaning into him, Kathleen pressed her body against his, her arm coming up to wrap around his neck and hold him close. Much to her surprise and relief, Blaine responded immediately, his hand finally curling around her hip, the grip tight and possessive and better than anything Kathleen had ever experienced before. She had craved that touch for so long that now that she had it, there was no real relief to it; she only wanted more from him and she was determined to get it.
Parting her lips, Kathleen invited Blaine to deepen the kiss. When his tongue pressed past them, a surge of arousal coursed through her, the feeling so sudden and all-encompassing that she moaned loudly, much to her embarrassment. Blaine, though, immediately responded with a moan of his own, as if hearing her express her pleasure brought him pleasure, too.
Kathleen was surrounded by him—his body, his scent, the soft sounds he made as their lips locked together again and again. He was a solid wall of muscle against her, his chest and stomach firm under her hand as she allowed herself to explorehis body. When she reached his waist, she let her hand slip onto his back and then up to his shoulders, feeling every small movement he made under her fingers.
Wetness gathered in her core and Kathleen couldn’t help but squirm in Blaine’s arms. In that moment, she didn’t care about any warnings. She didn’t care about all the horror stories she had heard that cautioned young noble girls like her against surrendering themselves to pleasure. All she wanted was to feel more of Blaine, to see if he was right when he claimed such things could be just as pleasurable for a woman as they were for a man.
If it was anything like those times she had dared touch herself furtively in the bath or in the darkness and privacy of her own room, then it was certainly worth it.
Her body seemed to move of its own accord, knowing how to seek pleasure. She hooked her leg over Blaine’s hip and he was quick to slide his hand to her rear, his fingers digging deep into her flesh as she writhed against him. His thigh, firm between her legs, gave her just enough pressure to alleviate some of her need, but it was not enough. She felt constricted by her dress and frustrated by the lack of any real stimulation, her hips working tirelessly to chase some more of that maddening friction only for it to never be enough.
When Blaine tore himself away to look at her, Kathleen gasped, realizing for the first time that she was so busy kissing him she had forgotten to breathe.
“There are ways,” he said, “fer me tae pleasure ye without ruinin’ ye.”
Kathleen’s response was immediate. “Please.”
“Are ye certain?” Blaine asked, sounding just as desperate as Kathleen felt. For the first time, when he rolled his hips against her as if he couldn’t help himself, she noticed the hardness in his trews, his manhood pressing enticingly against her thigh.
She nodded fervently, eager to have anything Blaine was willing to give her. Once he had her permission, he wasted no time before he pawed at her skirts, pulling them up to her waist along with her shift until her legs—and her mound—were bare.
Heat flooded her cheeks instantly, but her embarrassment was overshadowed by her lust for Blaine. When his hand smoothed over the length of her thigh, caressing the skin and gripping onto her flesh, she forgot all about her reservations and surrendered to him completely, letting him roll her onto her back and nudge her legs wider.
