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took her hand and kissed it. “I only wish I could have made it better for you.”
    “Good gracious man, what on earth are you talking about?” She twisted the hand that held hers, and kissed it in turn. “That was all quite sublime. Far, far better than I could ever have wished or hoped for.”
    He tilted his head. “But I wanted you to spend with me inside you. That was my goal. And instead you had to make your own pleasure.”
    Lucy sat up and faced him. “I’m completely happy, Ethan. I doubt that any woman could wish for a better initiation and more considerate lover.” She gave him what she hoped was a seductive and alluring smile. “But if you do feel that there were any shortcomings to your performance…as I said, we can do it again shortly, when we’ve both had time to recover.”
    Ethan’s smile was unmistakable, and when Lucy cast around for her spectacles, and fitted them on, it almost dazzled her. He really was the most stunningly handsome creature.
    “You’re the most splendid woman, Lucy,” he said, pulling her close again, and giving her a quick hard kiss on the lips that set the serpent of her desire, most dear and benign, a-coiling and a-twisting in her loins again, “And I shall endeavor to surpass myself, then, when we’ve recovered. But first, I think we should eat and recharge our energies…for I’m famished and I would imagine you are too.”
    Famished for you, thought Lucy, although even as the idea passed through her mind, her stomach rumbled.
    “I do believe I’m starving,” she cried happily. “Let’s take lunch and then we can reconvene.”
    What followed was the finest meal of her life, even though all it amounted to was bread and cheese, a couple of apples, and a glass or two of a rather indifferent wine. Taken with this man she suddenly so adored, it was like consuming the ambrosia and the nectar of the gods.
    “I’m afraid I’m still hungry,” said Ethan a short while later when Lucy had been convinced they were both replete.
    She glanced toward the remains of their repast, spread out across the bed, where they’d been eating, both still naked. There wasn’t much left. “Well, there’s a morsel or two of cheese remaining. I’ve had sufficient. Do take it.”
    “No, cheese won’t do. I have in mind something far more savory. More delicious and far more rarified.” He gave her a long, arch look that seemed to drift down her body like a mysterious beam of heat…and then settled unerringly on the cluster of curls at the base of her belly. When he licked his firm, lush lips so slowly and lasciviously that it made her heart skip, Lucy suddenly realized what it was for which he hungered.
    “Oh…”
    His answer was a quirk of his finely marked brows, and then in a sudden, swift and unequivocal action, her took her by the thighs and drew her across the bed, until her bottom rested at the edge of it. A knife and a plate bearing apple cores tipped off the edge of the bed, the latter rolling away across the carpet, barely noticed.
    “Relax,” he murmured, and pushing lightly on her midriff bade her lie back across the twisted, tangled sheets, “Rest back, take your ease…while I dine.”
    But it was impossible to relax. Excitement swept through her in a surge, washing toward her sex, building the tension. When he manipulated her, sliding her knees over his shoulders and his hands beneath her bottom, it was all she could do not to whimper aloud in lust.
    “Oh yes, my dear, yes,” she gasped as her positioned her. She understood what he was about to do, and she relished it. Here was another pleasure the Ladies’ Sewing Circle had whispered about. Eagerly she shuffled herself forward, enticing him to be swift about the business.
    “You’re an eager one, Miss Dawson,” purred Ethan, his breath hot on her thighs and making the soft hair of her puss ruffle. “In which case, you may help me…with your fingers.”
    Lucy’s sex rippled, just from the words. How