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comfortable?” he asked.
    “I will be.”
    Her skirts rustled and then he felt her warm thigh against
the back of his hand. Whatever she did, she did it well. She made him
breathless with such ease. “Touch me, Ferd. Here.”
    Her drawer ties were loose. She pressed his hand forward
between her legs, which were spread wide and inviting. His cock was tight in
his breeches. The wet heat drew him. He’d never explored a woman in such a way.
He’d fumbled around with the bar wench but had taken no notice of what was
between a woman’s legs. Lettie, however, was hard to deny. So were curiosity
and instinct and lust.
    Now? The slit between her thighs felt like a bit of heaven.
Sweet, wet heat bathed his fingers. Her hand rested on the back of his. She
directed him to a swollen nub at the apex and encouraged him to circle, her own
finger tracing the same path with him.
    She turned her face into his neck. “Yes, Ferd.” She moaned a
bit, the warmth of her breath caressing his skin. “That’s so nice.”
    A little embarrassment crept over him. He had never given
thought to a woman’s pleasure. He had thought only about his release and how he
had felt.
    “Like this?” he asked, his voice nearly choking. When he
started a gentle exploration, he felt a new curiosity about what lay between
his wife’s thighs that caused her to inhale sharply. Her breathy sigh was
enough to encourage him. Her palm caressed his cheek and urged him to face her.
She pressed her lips to his and opened her mouth, using her tongue to excite
him.
    Ferd’s pursuits in boxing and racing and fencing kept him
strong, but her determined assault on his senses left him breathless and weak.
    He opened his mouth to hers, copying her manner. Her tongue
was sleek and seductive as she battled with his, but he noticed that he was
winning the battle each time he caressed in a certain way between her legs. She
sighed into his mouth and melted into his arms. Each moan encouraged him and
she seemed delighted by his amateurish efforts to please her.
    Because he did want to.
    The carriage came to a sudden stop.
    Ferd withdrew his hand quickly and sat up. “We’re home.”
    Lettie’s head leaned against the cushioned squabs with her
eyes closed. Her hands batted at her skirts until her legs were covered. Her
jaw was clenched tight.
    “Are you ready?” he asked quietly.
    “Yes.”
    Ferd opened the door and then reached back for his wife.
They were quiet as they mounted the steps to their front door and then took the
long stroll up the curved stairs leading to their rooms. He led her to her
door. “Good night, Lettie.”
    She placed her hand on his chest and smiled.
    If a gaze could speak, hers was inviting him into her room.
Almost, he thought he could enter and perform his duty as a husband and a man.
Almost.
    His reaction to Lettie had been nothing short of lascivious.
Completing the sex act with her without deep embarrassment was an unlikely
possibility. Even now, his cheeks heated.
    A glass or two of whiskey might tame some of the craving in
his belly.
    “I need you, Ferd,” she whispered once his back was turned.
He kept walking and then hurried down the stairs.
    An hour wasn’t enough time to cure him, but he finally gave
up and went to his room. Before he’d gotten up from his chair, he had already
been thinking about her and her mouth. He had been obsessing about it for two
days. With each setting of the sun, it was as if his body had its own clock
that demanded one thing.
    When he opened the door, he saw that she was waiting for
him. She was curled in his chair where they had engaged the last two nights.
She stood and approached him. All of her nakedness was visible, accented only
by a sheer white rail. He wondered if her night wardrobe included only such
enchantments and what she would do come winter.
    Reaching for his cravat, she began the slow, laborious task
of unknotting Clark’s masterpiece. His hands ached to touch her nakedness.
Instead, he