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  His hands clutched her hips under her skirts, forcing her to bend as far forward as she could as he thrust upward, his lower belly and groin slamming her bottom.

  “What do you think, Madam?” he gritted out.

  Think? He expected her to think? “About what?” she gasped, holding her face away from the wall as he stroked harder into her, reaching deeper than she thought she could bear.

  “Was your husband large?”

  “I’m not sure,” she lied.

  “Not sure?” His thighs widened, dragging hers wider until she straddled his hips, and his cock reached deeper.

  His hands moved from her hips, shoved up more fabric and slid over her belly and between her legs. Then he gripped her thighs hard and hoisted her up from the floor, angling her bottom closer, his hips coming under her as his thighs pumped them both up and down.

  Merry’s groan echoed his as he pressed deeper inside.

  “Was he, Merry?” he rasped against her ear.

  “God, no. Nathan, what are you doing to me?”

  This new position, as awkward as it was, allowed him to stroke deeper inside and freed his hands. His fingers clutched her hips hard and rocked her forward and back. His cock ground into her, building friction inside and out, while he popped his hips up and down, jumping her hard on his cock until it was all too much.

  Heat spiraled outward from her womb, tightening the lips stretched so deliciously around his cock, plucking her nipples into the sharp beaded points that scraped erotically against her chemise. “Nathan, I can’t stand it. Please, please, end this.”

  “Watch Daisy, Merry. Watch.”

  She glanced into the room and saw Daisy clutching her thighs to her belly as Johnny hammered the cock into her body. Daisy’s hips lifted, twisting and circling on the cock, and then she keened loudly.

  Merry felt the heat curl inside her womb, felt a strong convulsing tremor ripple all along her channel, clasping hard around Nathan’s shaft, and then she too cried out, undulating her hips while liquid gushed from inside her, slicking her inner walls. She felt an explosion of sensation rip through her and flung back her head.

  “That’s it, sweetheart. That’s it,” Nathan rasped, his chest rising and falling harshly against her back. Gradually, his hips slowed, his thrusts gentled, providing comfort now while her heartbeats steadied.

  Nathan’s thighs shuddered, rocking them both.

  “Did I not satisfy you?” she asked, rolling her head on his chest to gaze at him sideways.

  “Mrs. Winslow,” he said, swallowing then dragging in a deep breath, “my duty was to instruct. Now, if you invite me to seek my own pleasure…”

  “It seems to me,” she said, struggling to find her breath, “that I should understand…how a man’s body performs, Mr. Boone.”

  “Perhaps, we could take this discussion to your office?”

  “Please, sir. Let’s negotiate there.”

  In the space of a minute, Nathan lowered her, straightened her skirts around her, and put his clothes to rights. He opened the door and carefully peered up and down the hall, then reached back and grabbed her hand.

  Together, they sped down the hall with unseemly haste. Merry couldn’t help the smile that stretched her lips, or the giggle that erupted from her when he dragged her into the room, slammed the door closed behind them, and tugged her into his arms.

  His kiss was quick and harsh—a mashing of lips and teeth—and she grew dizzy from lack of air and desire for him before he raised his head.

  “That hat has to go,” he growled, his hands sliding down from her waist to clasp her bottom.

  She reached up to pull out the pins securing the hat to her hair, enjoying the slide of her breasts against his broad chest.

  He plucked it off her head and sent it sailing. Then his fingers tugged at the bun at the top of her head and unraveled it. When her hair cascaded around her shoulders, his nostrils flared, and his gaze heated.

  She reached up self-consciously smoothing her hair. Her mother-in-law had endlessly lamented her hair color. “Brown, I’m afraid, with a regrettable tinge of red.”

  “Prettier than beaver’s fur.”

  She wrinkled her nose. “Not one for flattering a woman, are you, Mr. Boone?”

  He lifted a wicked eyebrow. “I like a beaver’s fur. It’s cuddly, warm.”

  She wrinkled her nose. “Well then, I guess I won’t take offense.”

  “Would you rather I tell you how pretty you are, all mussed and pink?”

  “You needn’t turn my head with flattery—I’ve already let you have me.”

  “It’s not flattery,” he said, his expression growing serious. “And I haven’t yet had my pleasure. You can still change your mind.”

  Merry ducked her head to hide her expression. What must he think of her? Was she wrong to show how eagerly she wanted to be debauched? He’d given her something her late husband had never even considered she might want or deserve. The fact that he’d actually seen to her climax at all had thrilled her to her toes. Somehow, she didn’t think all men would have been as generous. Now, she was ready to believe there was more to this rough-hewn man than she’d originally thought.

  A callous-roughened finger lifted her chin. “Do you want me to stop, Merry? I don’t consider this part of our bargain.”

  She opened her mouth to tell him it was all happening too fast, that she needed time to think, but her gaze locked with his.

  Candlelight didn’t reach the shadowy hollows of his deep-set eyes, lending him a sinister appearance. Her heart skittered for a moment then her glance lowered to his mouth.

  She’d barely had a taste of him, yet his lips were still blurred from their kiss, his bottom lip slightly swollen and oh-so tempting to explore.

  The undisciplined part of her, the one she’d finally unleashed only this morning, made her rise on her toes and press her mouth to his to savor the taste and texture of him. Whiskey mixed with salt, firm but soft lips…

  His mouth opened immediately, and his tongue thrust between her lips, sliding over her tongue, reaching deep to stroke and glide, filling Merry’s head with visions of Nathan gliding over the tops of her breasts and suckling her nipples, just as Johnny had done to Daisy.

  Nathan’s hands slid up and down her back, his grip strengthening as he reached lower and cupped her bottom again, pressing her closer to the thick ridge crowding inside his pants.

  Remembering the sight of Johnny’s cock and the way Daisy had pleased him, Merry’s doubts burned away, and she felt suddenly eager to see what she’d taken so deep inside her own body.

  She tore her mouth from his. “I’d like to see you,” she said, in a thick voice she barely recognized as her own.

  “Shall I undress for you?” he asked, gliding moist lips along her cheek.

  “Please. Quickly.”

  His hands dropped away from her, and he stepped back.

  Golden light from the oil lamp on her desk, and the one candle beside her bed, flickered over him as he stripped. His jacket landed beside his feet. His suspenders slid from his broad shoulders. When his crisp white shirt lay crumpled beside him, she lifted her gaze to follow the curve of the tops of his powerful shoulders and the thick, ropey muscles of his chest and abdomen. A light dusting of dark hair stretched between his flat nipples and arrowed down toward his trousers.

  She realized with a start he hadn’t worn anything beneath his shirt, no long-handled underwear, and she wondered if he’d bothered with any undergarments below.

  Feeling breathless as his hands hovered over the button at the top of his pants, she flattened a hand against her chest, which only made her more aware of the shallow breaths lifting her chest and the heavy thud of her heartbeat. “Why did you stop?” she blurted out.

  “Sorry,” he said, flicking open the button. “I was too busy watching you, and wondering if I needed to get you out of that corset.”

  “I am a little winded, but please,” she said, waiving toward hi
s lower body, “continue.”

  Disappointingly, he started this time with his boots, toeing them off one at a time then drawing off his woolen socks. As his hands returned to the waist of his trousers, her breath caught and held.

  He tugged down his trousers, wincing when they snagged. He reached inside and cupped his erection then worked his clothing the rest of the way down his hips. When he straightened, she understood the deep sigh he let out.

  His cock strained upward, thick and straight against his belly. Much larger than Johnny’s—and even more impressive than the glass cock Daisy had stroked inside herself.

  Merry stared for a long moment, noting the ruddy color of his shaft, the purplish shade of the rounded head. It pulsed once, up and down, a little telltale jerk that she knew he couldn’t control since he stood so stiffly, waiting for her comment.

  “Please stay just like that,” she whispered, reaching for the buttons behind her neck, opening her dress slowly and awkwardly until the front fell forward, exposing the top of her corset and the gentle swell of her bosom. A few more tiny buttons, and she slid down the skirt to pool around her feet. Her petticoats followed, and then she bent to unbutton her boots and slid them off, only realizing as she straightened, that she’d given him a view of her breasts plumping above the restrictive corset.

  She flushed, wishing she wasn’t so absurdly shy. He stood with his cock bared, and she still had clothing covering most of her womanly parts.

  “Let me unlace you,” he said, his voice sounding tight and husky.

  She walked toward him and slowly turned her back. His nimble fingers plucked the laces until the hard boning relaxed, and the corset fell away. At last, she could draw a deep breath. Then wearing only her chemise and drawers, she faced him.

  His glance swept her body then met hers. Tension tightened his large, muscled frame. His hands settled on his hips as he waited.

  She supposed it was only fair. Merry pushed down the shoulders of her chemise, one at a time, lifting her arms out, but keeping her breasts covered with the fabric. She wished she’d thought to douse the lights before she bared the rest for his gleaming gaze. “Maybe you could turn around…”

  A tic pulsed along the side of his jaw, but his features softened, and he stepped out of his trousers and turned.

  This view of his body did nothing to ease her embarrassment. His shoulders only seemed wider, narrowing to a trim waist. His buttocks were rounded, firm, and she had the strangest urge to cup them.

  “Are you going to change your mind, Merry?” he said, still facing away.

  “I’ll admit I’m a little disconcerted, undressing for you like this. I’m afraid I’ll disappoint you.”

  “Because your breasts aren’t as large as Daisy’s?”

  “Neither are my hips.”

  “I’ll like everything I see, I promise. I’m partial to slender women.”

  “Have you done this with many women?”

  “Enough I’ve learned how to please a woman. Will you let me show you what I’ve learned?”

  Chapter Four

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  “I suppose,” Merry said, drawing out her response in an attempt to tamp down the surge of excitement his words had generated. “But could we douse the lights first?”

  “Of course.” He strode to the desk without looking her way and turned down the oil lamp until the flame snuffed out. Then he walked to the bed and bent to blow out the candle. “Is it dark enough now?”

  Moonlight sifted through the curtains, but she breathed easier without the harsher light to reveal every flaw. She eased the chemise over her hips, taking down her drawers at the same time and, at last, standing naked before him. “I’m ready.”

  Nathan turned slowly, and she nearly cursed because now she couldn’t see his expression, couldn’t know whether she pleased him or not. He held up his hand and beckoned her closer.

  Merry slowly closed the distance between them and slid her hand along his palm. Their rough texture sent a shiver rippling along her spine as she imagined how it would feel to have that roughness rasp her tender skin.

  Her nipples beaded, drawing painfully erect. Moisture seeped between her folds. She stood so near she could feel his warm breath gust against her cheeks, and she breathed deeply to draw in his masculine scent.

  Near enough now to see his face in the shadows, she watched his nostrils flare and realized he probably savored the same things about her. Somehow, that knowledge helped ease her trepidation.

  His hand slipped up her arm, caressed her shoulder, then slid beneath her hair and cupped her head. He bent to take her mouth and slowly pressed every inch of his front against hers.

  With his cock snuggled against her, fine tremors shook her belly, her knees grew weak, and she reached for his shoulders to steady herself, but she needn’t have worried.

  Nathan clamped an arm tightly around her back, taking her weight.

  At first, his kiss was tender, his lips rubbing hers lightly, tempting her to open. When she finally did, it was as though she’d opened a flood gate. His body shuddered, and he drew her tighter against him. His cock ground against her body, and his tongue shoved past her lips as his kiss turned brutal.

  Merry’s nails bit into his flesh, and she strained upward, rubbing her body against him. It wasn’t enough, not nearly what her body demanded. She needed him inside her.

  She scraped her nails down his back and latched onto his buttocks, telling him without words she was ready.

  Nathan dragged his mouth from hers, kissed her forehead, then bent and scooped her off her feet. Half a dozen steps, and he knelt on the mattress, lay her across the bed, and came over her immediately.

  Merry didn’t hesitate. She opened her arms to embrace him, spread her legs wide to invite him inside, and eased up her knees to cup his hips as he nudged her folds then slipped the head of his cock inside.

  The muscles of his arms and back bunched, and a tremor rippled through him. He drew a deep, ragged breath. “Merry…” His voice was soft as a sigh.

  She thought she understood how he felt. The primal urge to couple drove them here, but she knew their strong attraction and quickly blossoming affection made them wary of causing harm to the other. Nathan didn’t want to hurt or frighten her. The passion gripping his body radiated in the tension of his shoulders and thighs.

  Her trust in him gave her the courage to follow through. She could no more deny her nature than he could. “I’m glad Mr. Regis suggested you instruct me,” she whispered. “I could have no better teacher.”

  A short anguished laugh burst from him, and Nathan leaned his forehead against hers. Merry’s melting warmth surrounded him. “I’m not sure who’s doing the instructing anymore.”

  “It must be you,” she said softly, “because I never suspected this…sort of activity could be so joyous.”

  “Don’t say things like that at a time like this. I’m holding onto my sanity be a thread.”

  She tilted her head and supped at his lips. “If I’d wanted something sane and safe,” she whispered, between soft kisses, “I would never have trekked all the way across the continent.” Her fingers slid through his hair and tugged his head closer. “I had no way of knowing…until you showed me…how much I need this.”

  “You shouldn’t tempt a man so sweetly,” he chided, feeling all his muscles start to clench. “I can’t wait any longer.”

  “Then don’t. I’m ready. Eager. Take me.”

  Nathan squeezed his eyes closed and shoved upward in a straight harsh stroke.

  Merry’s head ground into the pillow beneath her, and her mouth opened around a loud moan. Her fingers tugged his hair rhythmically as her body convulsed.

  Nathan cursed, too far gone to take care with her body, too aroused now to be gentle. His thighs tensed, his buttocks hardened to rock, and he plowed into her again and again.

  Merry circled her hips to ease him inside, screwing him deeper, her inner muscles clasping hard around him, while her
hot feminine cream oozed around him.

  With the woman unraveling, moaning, twisting beneath him, Nathan felt powerful, invincible. Her pleasure was his to command, his to give—his to own.

  With his breaths growing harsher, he plunged inside her tight sheathe, pulled a little way out and slammed inward again, deeper still, his thrusts quickening, strengthening until he was pushing her up the mattress with each harsh stroke.

  Merry didn’t protest, showed no signs of distress, simply held him tighter while her cries grew thready and high-pitched.

  Nathan spread his thighs wider on the mattress, hooked his arms beneath her knees, and followed her up the bed, crowding closer, tunneling his cock into her, pounding to the beat of his own heart.

  Her head thrashed now. Her breaths grew jagged, pained. Her torso curled tightly as he brought her knees higher and hammered harder into her hot, silky cunt.

  He planted his hands on the mattress on either side of her shoulders, leveraging his weight so his hips moved unimpeded, stroking deep, hard, lengthening the strokes to feel every inch of his cock caressed by her slick, wet walls, again and again.

  Merry gave shrill, keening cry, and her body stiffened beneath his. A rippling convulsion caressed his shaft, and Nathan couldn’t hold back his release a moment longer. He plunged deep, once, twice, then pulled away to stripe her belly with his seed while her wide gaze watched until his hips slowed.

  A final shudder racked his body, and he collapsed against her, unable to move as she eased her legs down alongside his on the bed.

  Her soft hands glided up and down his back, soothing him. Her lips pressed kisses to the side of his cheek and ears. Hot tears wet his skin.

  When his breaths evened, he straightened his arms to lift off her body, but she wrapped her legs around him again and held him close. “Don’t. Not yet,” she whispered.

  Since he had no will to leave her, he relaxed upon her, drinking in the scent of sex, her flowery perfume, and the warmth she shared freely.

  “I’m crushing you,” he murmured against her neck. “And I’ve made you sticky.”