He obliged, lowering his lips and kissing the top of her head. Her arms tightened and he began to repeat the gesture, but she raised her head and intercepted his kiss with her own—just a brush of parted lips at first, then an increased pressure tinged with passion.
She was standing just inches away, her brown eyes wide, teary, looking up into his, full of sorrow and something else he couldn’t quite fathom. She slowly let the blanket fall from her shoulders. She wore nothing but a sheer silk chemise, almost transparent, every curve of her lithe young body glowing in the low light, the pink of her nipples erect, clearly visible and straining against filmy material.
Despite his surprise, he could hear the sudden rush of blood in his ears. It became a roar when she reached out one small, delicate hand and firmly cupped the rapidly increasing thickness below his belt.
“I…”
His voice was stilled as she raised her other hand to his mouth, touching his lips with the tips of her fingers. “Don’t talk. Not a word.” Her fingers tugged at his belt and fumbled with the buttons of his breeches.