Free Daring Passion by Katherine Kingston Page B

that what she’d find should meet or exceed any expectations she
had from her sister’s description of the differences between men and women.
    Even so, she stopped in awe and astonishment when she
flipped the cover down to his knees.
    It was huge. How could it be so? How did a man hide so large
a thing under his breeches and show so little bulge? Yet the evidence of his
size stood before her, a long, solid tube of flesh jutting out from the base of
his belly. She remembered what her sister had said of the things a man and
woman did together and was even more perplexed. How could such a thing ever fit
inside her? Surely it would tear her asunder.
    Fear shuddered through her. But wasn’t this what marriage
was about? And women survived it. Many even enjoyed it. Her sister admitted to
finding pleasure in the intimacies with her husband.
    Anne put aside her qualms to resume her mission, wondering
when the interruption would occur. Though she and her sisters had planned it
carefully, the timing would be tricky. She hoped they’d come before this went
too far.
    A soft quiver shot through him when she placed her hand on
his belly again. She brushed downward, avoiding the bulge, running her hand
along his hip to his thigh. His body felt very tense, the muscles all tight.
The hard ridges of them lined his thighs as she trailed her fingers down to his
knee.
    When she slid her hands up, she moved around to the insides
of his legs. His breath grew faster as she worked her way higher. The muscles
in his legs bunched into iron-hard masses. Once or twice he jumped and groaned
as her fingers struck some especially sensitive area. A sweet little indent in
his right thigh, halfway up, might have been made for her fingers, and he
seemed to enjoy caresses there. She lingered for a moment or two to explore the
power she had to move him, before continuing.
    She paused as she neared the tops of his legs, gathering her
courage for her next move, an unimaginably intimate touch. It felt as though
she reached a turning point. She could still withdraw now, run away, claim it
was all a mistake. But once she touched him there , she couldn’t go back.
    Did she want to do this? Lord Richard intimidated her, in
truth. He was so big, so strong, so handsome. He could break her with one hand.
    Yet he excited her, too. On the few occasions they’d met,
he’d been courteous and polite, but a gleam burned hot in his blue eyes every
time he looked her way, as though he wanted to hold and possess her completely.
Those eyes promised something she could barely imagine.
    But there was more to the man than that. He was strong,
intelligent, and a natural leader of men. Plus he had a sense of humor and a
wicked wit she found intriguing.
    She drew a deep breath and rested her hand on his erect
cock. It was almost as much effort to make herself think the word for his male
part as it was to touch it. When she ran her fingers down it, he jumped as
though she’d struck him and sucked in a hard, sharp breath.
    “Madam—” The word was half groan. “Have you any notion what
you do to me?”
    “I hope so, my lord,” she answered.
    If he only knew how much she hoped so. She dared not
consider too closely the possible result should this scheme not work out as she
planned. It would succeed. It must. As she touched him and drew a response from
him, a peculiar possessiveness grew in her. This man was meant for her, and she
for him.
    But where were her sisters? Surely she was compromised
enough by now.
    With no sign of rescue in sight, she had to go on. Forcing
herself to follow her sister’s advice, she ran her hand lightly up and down the
length of his cock. It bucked under the caress of her fingers as though it had
a life of its own. The flesh was like silk, sleek, smooth and hot. He sucked in
a breath and muttered a few quiet words she couldn’t understand.
    At the base of his shaft, the large, round masses of his
balls also drew her fingers. The feel of them was so