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work. She d never really done any physical labor in her life. There d been servants in her
parents home. She was well-educated but probably couldn t make a simple meal,
although she had learned to wash dishes and help out with household chores at the
McPhersons . What kind of a partner could she be for a workingman, who d expect a
wife to know how to cook and keep house?
He brought her hand to his mouth and pressed his lips to her palm, and she stopped
worrying about her fears. She immersed herself in the sensation of his nuzzling mouth,
his warm breath tickling her hand. She thrilled at the beauty of his dark hair tumbling
over his forehead and his thick, black lashes fanned against his cheeks. With his eyes
closed, he appeared enraptured at the touch of her hand against his face, his expression
like a painting of an angel or saint meditating on God. He was so striking with his blade-
straight nose, his cut jaw and sensuous lips. His eyes opened. Half-lidded and dreamy,
they focused on hers with naked hunger. An excited shiver went through her at his
starving look.
Jim reached to touch her face with his bandaged right hand. She sucked in a breath
when she saw how swollen and purple his fingers were above the white bandage. She
seized his hand to examine them and kissed each one. He made a small gulping sound,
and when she glanced at him, he was watching her intently.
She leaned to kiss his lips, marveling at how they yielded to hers, but were hard and
challenging when he kissed her back. Catherine lay on top of him, feeling the hard
muscle and bone of his body beneath her, his strong arms around her back. She hadn t
worn her corset so there was only a thin lawn dress and camisole separating her breasts
from his solid chest. She felt decadent and free having her breasts unbound and realized
that, deep inside, she d known they would be together like this when she dressed to come
here today.
Jim groaned into her mouth as he slid his hands up her back and into her hair, pulling
it loose of its pins, getting it snarled around his fingers before tugging them free. His soft
moan of pleasure and his passionate kisses fed the heat wakening her body like the spring
sun after a long, cold winter. All her doubts and hesitation were crushed under a strong
wave of pure lust.
Rolling her onto her back, he worked the buttons at the front of her dress, his swollen
fingers fumbling. She gently moved his hand away and unbuttoned her bodice all the way
down to her waist, her own fingers trembling at the shamelessness of the action. His eyes
glittered as they beheld the shape of her breasts beneath the nearly transparent camisole.
Slipping his hand inside the open bodice, he cupped one and squeezed lightly.
Catherine moaned in pleasure as he fondled one mound, then the other, bringing her
nipples to sharp peaks with gentle tugs of his fingers. Jim lowered his head and sucked an
erect bud into his mouth, wetting the fabric so it molded to her body like papier-mâché.
The warm sucking of his mouth sent electric shocks shooting from her breast down to her
crotch. She squeezed her thighs together against a gush of moisture.
He slipped his hands beneath her camisole, pushing it up her rib cage to reveal her
breasts. A smile curved his lips as he gazed at her chest. Her nipples tightened harder and
her cheeks burned at his intent examination. He brushed his fingertips all over her
breasts, making her tremble in anticipation, then bent his head to suckle her again.
Catherine rested her hand on the back of his head, fingering the softness of his hair,
as she arched her back, offering her breasts to his hot mouth. He released her nipple with
a wet pop and nuzzled her breasts, kissing them all over. All the while his fingers toyed
relentlessly with her nipples, plucking and rolling them.
The tension and slippery wetness between her legs increased. She caught her breath
as Jim slid his hand down her stomach and beneath the waistband of her petticoat.
Through the fabric of her underwear he touched the juncture of her thighs in the place
where her need was strongest. He rubbed her there and she rose into his hand.
Jim licked the undersides of her breasts and kissed his way down her rib cage to her
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