Page 37 of The Secret Life of a Lady
Thankfully, he continued, filling the silence with his deep voice. ‘I don’t want to frighten you or push you further than you wish to go.’
‘I’m not scared.’ But she was. And she hated the helplessness of it.
Killian smiled. ‘Liar.’
‘Ladies don’t lie,’ Hannah retaliated.
He chuckled darkly. ‘I can agree you are most definitely a lady who deserves the utmost respect. So, I think it best to ascertain what your expectations are before we begin. And your understanding of seduction. That way, we can avoid any false presumptions.’
This was completely unexpected. His elbow was on the armrest, his finger and thumb pressed against his temple and chin. His middle finger rubbed back and forth over his bottom lip. Hannah watched that finger like a snake might watch its charmer. Enthralled.
She collected her scattered thoughts and cleared her throat. ‘I may be a virgin, but I’m not ignorant of what occurs between a man and a woman, Your Grace.’ God forbid he think her innocent.
‘Killian. It’s what my friends call me. We are friends tonight, are we not?’
She would not describe them as such, but as no other word for their relationship sprang to mind, friend must suffice. ‘Yes. Alright, Killian.’ She stumbled over his name. ‘As I was saying, I know the particulars of s-sexual congress.’
‘Truly? I would love for you to tell me more about these particulars.’ His voice was gravelled, and he shifted on the couch. Hannah was distracted by his movements. There was a noticeable bulge pressing against the placket of his breeches where none had been before.
Fascinating!
Hannah never let fear of the unknown stop her. She needed to approach this as she would a fight. Pretend confidence and move quickly.
Nerves got the better of her. She stood and began pacing.
‘A man becomes hard and breaches the woman.’ Hannah paused in front of him. She couldn’t look at his face, so instead, she focused on his earlobe again. Until her traitorous gaze flicked down to his lap.
Good Lord!
She had no idea a man’s appendage could grow so prodigious. Even through his breeches, she could ascertain the dimensions. The very idea a woman was meant to fit that inside herself was ridiculous. Her nipples budded, and she pressed her legs together against an unfamiliar ache.
She started to step back, but faster than a striking snake, he leaned forward and caught her hand in his own. He didn’t pull her closer, but it was also impossible to retreat.
‘Do you know what part of a man gets hard?’ His fingers tightened around hers.
Hannah exhaled a breath as shaky as her limbs. In lieu of an answer, she gestured at his obvious erection.
‘Oh, no. That won’t do. I want to hear you say the word.’ His pupils almost engulfed the green of his eyes. He shifted again. His thumb made a lazy circle against her palm.
She never thought talking about seduction could be as disconcerting as engaging in the act itself. It was both excruciating andarousing. The rhythmic friction of his thumb only increased the intimacy of the moment.
How on earth was she to answer him? She knew several words to describe the male anatomy, none of them proper. After a moment’s deliberation, she settled on the most common.
‘Cock.’ It felt illicit in her mouth. ‘At least, that is one of the terms, is it not?’
‘Yes.’ Killian hissed in a breath. This conversation was having an equally powerful effect on him. Good. She didn’t want to be the only one flustered. He squeezed her hand again. ‘And where does he place his cock in a woman?’
Hannah again recalled words never uttered in polite society. ‘Her cunny. Or quim, I suppose. They are both the same, are they not?’
He clenched his jaw. ‘Yes. Do you know that a woman’s cunny becomes wet in preparation?’
Hannah’s eyes flew to his in shock.
‘Are you wet right now, Hannah?’ Slowly, he pulled her close enough to press his lips against her palm.
She couldn’t possibly answer him, but she felt his mouth move against her hand in a smile.
Insufferable man!
