whiskers on his jaw, his full lips, dark eyes filled with concern.
I shook my head. "It's...it's guilt." I swallowed. "I should have felt for Richard what I feel for you."
The look in his gaze shifted from worry to lust from one heartbeat to the next. My world spun as I was lifted up into his arms. Liam carried me into the bedroom and, even though we were alone, kicked the door shut behind him with his booted foot. He sat down on the single chair in the room with me upon his lap.
"Tell me about Richard first. Now, before anything else. I don't want another man in bed with us." He angled his head in that direction. "Even a dead one's memory."
Why did he have to be so considerate? It was as if he could read my very thoughts. "What...what do you want to know?"
"I assume your marriage was consummated."
I looked down at my hands in my lap, my cheeks heating, remembering that first time. Richard had been nervous, yet at the same time overly eager. He'd fumbled with my nightgown, pushing it up and over my hips to settle between my legs. It had been quick and painful, Richard's weight pinning me to the bed as he took me, falling asleep once he'd finished, his sticky seed mixed with my virgin blood on my thighs.
"Yes," I replied.
"What do you like?"
His question had me looking up at him. "What do you mean?"
"In bed. What makes you wet?"
I frowned, unsure how to answer. I liked many things and I wasn't familiar with his reference to being wet.
"Do you like having your nipples suckled? A man's head between your thighs? Being taken from behind? Your ass fucked?"
My mouth fell open at his crude words. The very ideas he'd suggested...I'd never known.
"Oh, um...well." I searched his face. He was being earnest. "I must admit that I have never...well." I didn't know what to say, never having a conversation such as this before.
"Never been fucked in the ass?"
"Most certainly not," I replied, straightening my spine.
Liam nodded thoughtfully. "We will change that someday soon. Did Richard take you from behind?"
"Um, no."
"Surely he pleasured you with his mouth."
I nodded. "He kissed me. Yes."
"On your pussy?"
"My...where?"
He searched my face as if the answers were written there, like chalk on a slate. "I see."
I didn't. I had no idea to what he spoke. I knew he spoke of acts that happened between a man and woman, but Richard had done nothing he mentioned, nor even tried. It was all fumbling hands and his...his man part being nudged, then thrust into me. It was over quickly, always with him groaning as if in pain, then slumping over me, pinning me in place. Nothing Liam mentioned had ever occurred. Richard hadn't even seen my breasts let alone my nipples. I hadn't wanted him to do so. I'd wanted the marriage act over and finished as quickly as possible.
"I am thankful to Richard for keeping you safe. For me. You should not feel guilty in your feelings. He was not the man for you, was he?"
I couldn't lie, but the truth hurt, like pricking my finger with a sewing needle. "No."
Liam lifted my chin with his finger, met my gaze with his piercing dark one. "I want you, Charlotte. The way a man wants a woman. Will you give yourself to me?"
"You're asking?" Richard hadn't, just rolled over on top of me, lifted my nightgown and took me.
"I won't force you. I know you feel it though. The pull, the need between us."
I did. Sitting on his lap, wrapped in the heat of his body, his solid muscles surrounding me, his scent enveloping my senses, I wanted. I wanted him on top of me, feeling his weight pressing me into the mattress, his hips settled in the cradle of my thighs, to feel his hard length, even now pressed against my hip, nudging my entrance. Filling me.
I nodded and slipped off his lap. Walking to the bed, I sat down and tugged off my boots, then pulled back the quilt and sheet and climbed beneath, sliding into the middle. I reached down and worked the long length of my dress up to my waist, then undid my drawers and
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