“Kheldar must have been smitten with you.”
Emotions impossible to decipher spark behind Wrenley’s dark eyes. “Perhaps.”
She moves to the door and pauses. “Thank you, Sol. I appreciate you working with me to help the women in Karra.”
“Of course.”
As a guard opens the door, and Wrenley steps into the corridor, I settle against my chair and sigh. This is good. Helping women.
Maybe that’s why I am here. The thought brings a smile to my lips.
Yes, that’s it.
I’m here to help women.
* * *
That evening as I join Hector in our bedchamber, I push aside everything from earlier and focus on him. He watches me from the bed as I slip out of my cotehardie.
“Why are you staring?” I hang the cotehardie in the armoire and turn to him.
“Because you’re beautiful, and I enjoy looking at you.” He pats his legs. “Now come sit on my lap.”
“What if I don’t want to?” I ask, feigning disinterest.
“Sol.” He pats his legs again. “Come here. Now.”
“I don’t think I like your tone.” A smile teases my lips as I lift my chin.
He lurches to his feet, closes the space between us, and picks me up. I laugh as he crosses the room and sits with me on the bed.
“Do you enjoy being defiant?” he asks, his voice low, teasing, arousing the fire inside me.
“Very.”
“What about this?” He pulls my chemise up slowly, allowing the material to brush my skin. “Do you like this?”
“I’m uncertain. Can you continue, so I may judge whether I like it?”
He bunches the material around my waist and touches me between my legs. Skillfully, he caresses me through my linen undergarments. With his other hand, he pulls down my bodice enough to free my breasts. I gasp at the cool air against my bare skin.
“Hector,” I breathe when he pushes aside my undergarments and slips his finger inside me.
“Do you like this too?”
“Yes.” The word escapes me through quick breaths as I thrust my body against his hand, needing that summit, pleading for that summit.
“Not yet.” He removes his hand and cups my breast.
“Hector!”
“Patience.” He flicks his tongue across my nipple, and I inhale as every nerve ending screams for more.
I slam my hands against his firm thighs, bracing myself as he touches me there again. The urge to dance against him overwhelms me, to move my hips against his fingers.
So, I do.
Slowly at first, then faster and faster until I arrive at that beautiful peak. I moan as I reach my summit.
