Captain Jack's Woman Read Free Page B

I might not, so just tell me. Please?”
    Amy smiled and settled beside Kit. “All right. But you must remember I haven’t had much experience of this either.”
    “You’ve had more than me, and it’s only fair to share.”
    “And you’ve got to promise you won’t be shocked.”
    Kit came up on one elbow and looked into Amy’s face. “You said you didn’t…”
    Amy blushed. “I—we haven’t. It’s just that there are…well, preliminaries, that might be a bit more than you expect.”
    Kit frowned, then dropped back onto the bed. “Try me.”
    “Well—when he kisses you, you should like it for a start. If you’re revolted, then he’s not the man for you.”
    “All right. He’s kissed me, and I like it. What then?”
    “You should want him to go on kissing you, and you should like it when he puts his tongue in your mouth.”
    Kit bent a skeptical look on her friend.
    Amy frowned. “It’s true. And you should feel all hot and flushed—like having a fever only nicer. Your knees tend to go weak, but that doesn’t matter because he’ll be holding you. And for some reason, you can’t hear very well when you’re kissing—I don’t know why. It’s just as well to remember that.”
    “Sounds like a disease,” Kit muttered.
    Amy ignored her. “Sometimes it’s a bit hard to breathe, but somehow you manage.”
    “Wonderful—suffocation as well.”
    “He might kiss your eyes and cheeks and ears, too, and then move on to your neck. That’s always nice,”
    A distinct purr was slowly infusing itself into Amy’s soft voice; Kit blinked.
    “And then,” Amy went on, “depending on how things are going, he might touch your breasts, just gently, sort of squeezing and stroking. It always feels as if my laces are too tight by that stage.”
    Kit stared, openmouthed, but Amy was well launched on her subject.
    “Soon, my nubbins go all hard and crinkly, which is a rather odd feeling. And then comes the hot flushes.”
    “Hot flushes?”
    “Mmm. They start in your breasts and move down.”
    “Down? Down where?”
    “To between your legs. And then—and this is the important bit.” Amy wagged a finger. “If you feel all hot and wet down there, then he’s the man for you. But you’ll know that anyway because all you’ll be thinking about by then is how nice it would feel if only he’d come into you.”
    Aghast, Kit stared. “It sounds positively dreadful.”
    “Oh, Kit.” Amy threw her a commiserating glance. “It’s not awful at all.”
    “I’ll take your word for it. Thank you for warning me.”
    Kit lay silent, staring at the ceiling. Her one brush with love hadn’t been anything like that. From Amy’s description, it was clear that she, Kit, had never been touched by love. Feeling as if she’d succeeded in understanding some particularly difficult point that had eluded her for years, Kit shook her head. “I can’t see myself getting hot and wet for any man. But then, I’m obviously not destined for love at all.”
    “You can’t say that.”
    Kit lifted a haughty brow, but Amy was not to be gainsaid.
    “You can’t just decide you’re not susceptible. With the right man, you won’t be able to help yourself. It’s just because you’re…innocent of love that you say so.”
    Kit’s eyes widened. “Innocent? Did I tell you I lost my innocence one fine summer evening on my Uncle Frederick’s terrace?”
    Amy gaped.
    Kit shook her head. “Not physically. But I found out what most men think of love that night. I grant your George may be different—there are exceptions to every rule. But I’ve learned that it’s women who fall in love and men who take advantage of our weakness. I’ve no intention of succumbing.”
    “What happened on your uncle’s terrace?”
    Kit grimaced. “I was eighteen. Can you remember what eighteen felt like? I suppose I’d started to get over leaving Cranmer. My uncles and aunts had already been urging me to marry. Then, miraculously, I found