Free Miss Foxworth's Fate by Sahara Kelly Page A

private Eden.”
    Abby stilled in his embrace as she considered the notion. She turned slightly and eyed him, a wicked grin on her lips. “Are you sure?”
    Philip nodded and kissed her. “As sure as I’ve ever been about anything, love.”
    He released her and stood, stretching, and enjoying this newfound feeling of joy, which suffused him from his heels to his eyebrows.
    Abby folded her legs beneath her and made to stand, but Philip shook his head. “Wait a few minutes, Abby. There’s something I must attend to.” He rummaged in the basket and pulled a napkin out, then disappeared for a moment towards the stream.
    When he reappeared, he had a dripping wet napkin in his hand and a huge grin on his face. He couldn’t help himself. The grin seemed to be nailed on. It wouldn’t go away. Hell, he didn’t want it to.
    The sight of the smears of Abby’s virginal blood on his cock had sent shivers through him as he’d cleaned himself in the stream, and his male possessiveness was choking him with the need to tend his woman.
    He approached her as she watched him, a look of curiosity on her face. “I’m going to take care of you, Abby,” he said, deliberately showing her the cloth, and hoping she wouldn’t realize that his words meant so much more.
    He didn’t want to scare her right at this precious moment, but if she had any notions of refusing his offer now, she might as well forget them.
    She was his. Irrefutably, permanently, til-death-did-them-part, his .
     
    *~~*~~*
     
    Abby’s lungs forgot to work as she watched Philip stride towards her, his cock and his balls lying softly between his legs, surrounded by a dark frame of hair.
    It was a picture she’d never forget.
    So strong, so handsome, with those eyes shining at her with tenderness and desire. Her heart melted, and she gripped on to what little was left of her wits. She eyed the dripping cloth. “What are you planning on doing with that?” she asked, quirking an eyebrow.
    “Simply making you comfortable, sweetheart. Lie back. Trust me.”
    She snorted. As if he needed to tell her to trust him. She’d just lain with the man, for goodness sake. How much more trust could she possibly place in him? Obedient to his push, she lay down, and jumped as he swept the cloth between her thighs and across her mound.
    “Aaargh, Philip...that’s cold...” Torn between a laugh and a shriek, she let him cleanse her body of their juices, carefully tending the delicate tissues and turning her skin rosy with his attentions.
    “Sore, sweetheart?” His question brushed over her skin as he bent over her.
    “Um...” She explored her body’s sensations. “A little. Not much. Actually, not much at all.”
    “Good,” he purred, finally finishing his task to his satisfaction. “It will be even better the next time.”
    “The next time?” Dammit. She’d squawked. She’d intended to be cool and self-possessed about all this, but that resolution had flown out of her mind with the first ripples of her first orgasm.
    “Oh yes, Abby. The next time. And there will be many more next times, I can assure you.” Philip’s eyes blazed. “But not today. You must rest and heal a little before we can move on to other things.”
    Abby was torn. Part of her wanted to protest his calm assurance that they would do... this ...again, and another part desperately wanted to find out what those “other things” he was talking about might be.
    She sniffed. It seemed like an inadequate response, but it sufficed until she could get her jumbled thoughts in order.
    Philip merely grinned. “How about some food?”
    Her stomach rumbled loudly in response, and his grin became a laugh. “I’ll take that as a definite ‘yes’.”
    Mother Nature seemed to smile on their meal, shedding brilliant rays on their naked bodies and telling her creatures to serenade them. Abby drifted on a sea of contentment as she polished off her second blackberry tart and declared herself full. Philip