Page 76 of The Bastard's Iberian Bride
The corner of her mouth lifted and he so wanted to kiss it.
What she called him, he didn’t care, as long as he could have her in his bed every blessed night, just this willing.
That was probably a dream all right. He’d be Mr. Gibson to her sooner or later. And he didn’t give a damn, as long as he had her in his bed tonight.
“You don’t look like an Edward. And, you’re such a big man. Too big to be a Bink.”
Let me show you just how big I am.
“I suppose I don’t need to decide now. May we proceed? Have you rested enough?”
He ran a finger down her cheek, her neck, her chest, and circled each breast. “Now who is teasing?”
Her laugh sent a warm thrill through him.
“Let me take off my boots, love.”
“Let me.” Paulette clambered off of him and moved to pull up the top of her gown from where it rested on lush hips. From the top of her head to the crease of her hip and the soft swell of her belly, he could see everything.
“Leave it,” he said. “Please.”
She colored deeply, but complied, breasts bouncing as she struggled to pull off his boots and unroll his stockings.
When she’d finished she studied the lump in his breeches, her parted lips sending sparks flaming through him, making the lump frantic.
“Shall we take off your trousers?” she asked.
Or your gown first? He took her hand and drew her next to him on the bed. “Do you know what to expect?”
“You are… engorged?”
“Because of you. Because of my desire for you.”
“I hear a man can become that way with any woman.”
He held his breath and fought down the memories. Battle lust had turned men into beasts at Badajoz. Not him. He had a man’s body and a man’s needs, and a man’s ability to stand down when it wasn’t right.
Was this right?
A cool hand touched his cheek.
“I’ll be true to you, Paulette.”
He stood and stripped off his breeches and his smalls. Her look of shock made his shaft throb against him.
Bink knelt before her. “Don’t be afraid.”
“I’m not.”
The sweet pink of her cheeks had drained.
His bride feared him, and why shouldn’t she?
She inhaled deeply, sending her breasts higher. Bink leaned in and kissed a breast, his hands working the hem of her nightrail up, up each shapely leg, over her knees with gentle squeezes.
When he looked up, her color had returned, her eyes gleamed, wide and dark.
He set his lips to her leg, kissing his way higher.
