Sarah's Surrender (Novella) by Lavinia Kent

Author:Lavinia Kent
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
Published: 2015-09-21T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 7

She was so deliciously warm and relaxed. It had been years since she felt this good, assuming she’d ever felt this good. She wasn’t quite sure. The fire was warm on her skin, the rug soft beneath her cheek.

When something brushed her shoulder, she tried to shrug it off. She didn’t want to think, didn’t want to face the real world. This was her magical night, and if she wanted to lie by the fire and dream of nothing at all that is exactly what she would do.

The stroke came again.

Grumbling, she opened her eyes and peered up.

Jonathan.

And he was naked.

That got her attention. Opening her eyes wider, she stared up at him.

“You don’t want to sleep the night away, do you? I thought you’d be more eager to explore all the possibilities, my dear.”

She repeated his words in her mind. She was eager, but she was so contented, so happy here by the fire. “It can wait a bit.”

“But I don’t want to wait, my dear.”

Something was wrong. She wasn’t quite sure what, but the Jonathan who addressed her now was not the one she’d been with when she’d fallen asleep. Even the way he said “my dear” had shifted. Before she’d believed the words, believed they held some murmur of affection. Now they sounded cold, indifferent, the way one might address an elderly aunt one did not care for at all. She shook her head lightly, trying to clear it.

“Don’t you want to learn the secrets of the male body?”

If it was his body she did. Pushing up on one elbow, she stared up at him. And up. And up. Gads, the man was tall.

Tall and muscular. How did he hide those ripples under his clothing? The hills and valleys of his stomach alone deserved to be mapped. Perhaps she should undertake the task. Her mouth watered at the thought of touching him, of tasting him. Could she kiss him there, there where hip met leg, a long lean ripple of muscle? And what of the curve of his arm? Surely that deserved exploration. And his tight brown nipples, were they as sensitive as her own?

Finally, she allowed her eyes to look there, to look at his—his penis. She did know that word. She was not uneducated, ill informed. Well, she hadn’t known the word for her clitoris, hadn’t really known of its existence, but she did know what men had.

And she was distracting herself. Much as she wanted to, it was hard to look at the thing. Why was she acting like a child? Jonathan’s penis had been inside her body, why was she dithering now?

She locked her eyes on it and considered. It was rather large. It was hard to believe it had fit. And it seemed to be getting larger by the moment.

How did the thing work? Did Jonathan control when it did that? And did it change color also? It seemed much darker, richer in color than it had a moment ago. It was almost purple now.

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