Perhaps these waves of pleasure Henry was inducing were part of what Lady Bostwick had alluded to the week before. Do not be afraid to take whatever pleasure your husband wants to provide you. You will return it ten-fold without doing much more than opening your body to him and giving him an heir. Henry lifted his lips from her collarbone and stared at her for only a moment. He placed a hand against her cheek and brushed his thumb over her lower lip, caressing the fullness of it as she wrapped a hand around his wrist and rested another on his shoulder. Suddenly, his bare chest was of more importance to her. She’d seen it when it was soaking wet in the tub, but now, it glowed in the candlelight, the light dusting of black hair tickling her nose and the pads of her fingers as she kissed the area around his nipples. At his sudden gasp, she moved her lips to his upper arms and moved her trembling fingers to play over his back. Henry shuddered at the sensations that coursed through his body.
