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After a few minutes he lifted his head. “How are you?” he asked with a crooked smile. His hair was sticking up in the back. He looked adorable.
“I’m wonderful! I… I liked that,” she said biting her lip.
He laughed, rolling off and settling her head upon his shoulder. “I suspected as much.”
“What gave me away?”
“Mostly the way you were screaming, ‘Yes, Michael! Yes, Michael! Yes, Michael!’”
She flushed. “I didn’t realize I was doing that.”
He ran his fingers through her hair. “Oh, but you were.”
She smiled, stroking her fingers over his chest. “I guess there’s no point in denying it, then. But that wasn’t what I was referring to, when I said that I liked it.”
“Oh?” He raised his head to look at her.
“I mean,” she hastened to explain, “of course I liked the ‘Yes, Michael! Yes, Michael!’ part.”
“You mean the ‘Yes, Michael! Yes, Michael!’ parts, plural,” he said, that look of supreme masculine satisfaction settling over his features again.
She tickled his side and he squirmed beside her. “Parts, plural. You are correct. But what I meant was that I liked it when you... when you...” She felt her cheeks heating again, and looked down.
He brought a finger to her chin and tipped her head right back up to meet his gaze. “You mean the part where I came inside of you?”
“Yes. That part,” she replied, laughing. “I liked knowing that I had made you feel good. Seeing it on your face.”
He kissed her tenderly. “That was what I liked, too.”
“The part where you came inside of me?”
He laughed. “No, silly. Although you just gave me the most intense pleasure I’ve ever felt. By far. But my favorites were the ‘Yes, Michael! Yes, Michael!’ parts. Knowing that I made you feel good. Seeing it on your face.”
She smiled and closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling of his arms around her. After a few minutes, she felt the rumble of his chuckle beneath her ear. She propped up her head. “What?”
“I have some good news for you.”
“Oh?”
“You did say your favorite part was when I came inside you. What kind of gentleman would I be if I only allowed you to have your favorite part once in the course of the evening?”
She peeked down and saw that he had already grown hard. He wanted her again.
She certainly liked the way that made her feel.
She smiled, rolling onto her back. “Yes, please. I only hope I’ll be able to give you your favorite part again, too.”
He smiled tenderly, brushing a lock of hair off her forehead. “Parts plural, my darling Anne. Parts plural.” He slid down and buried his face between her legs.
And indeed, Michael was right. It was parts, plural.
Chapter 19
Michael awoke the next morning with a smile on his face.
Needless to say, it had been the best night of his life. Everything about it had been perfect. Anne was going to be his wife. He had made love to her. He had just awoken with her in his arms. And it had all been better than anything he could have imagined.
Michael had known some women over the past four years. Not so very many—unmarried women were few and far between on the Canadian frontier. But after he found out Anne had married someone else, there hadn’t been much point in saving himself any longer. So when a widow in the nearest town offered to relieve him of his virginity, he accepted. That woman, Mrs. Fitzherbert, had taken it upon herself to teach him exactly how to please a woman.
