possible.
Once he registered he led Katrina to their room. It was small, but possessed a large bed. Not that it mattered. Tonight he would not be trying to stay on his side. He set the bag down out of the way and their trunks were soon delivered. Katrina stood in the middle of the room watching him expectantly.
“Why don’t we go down to dinner?” He offered his arm and she allowed him to lead her back to the common room. She barely ate anything of her midday meal and the last thing he wanted was Katrina passing out from hunger.
His mind churned with possibilities of bringing her pleasure and prolonging the night and stopped at the front desk. “Could you please have a bath delivered to our room after dinner?”
Katrina tilted her head and looked at him. She’d bathed last night and was probably wondering why he asked for one tonight. She would soon learn it wasn’t for cleanliness.
“Of course.” The proprietor turned to an older woman to relay the request before turning back to Timothy. “I am afraid our private room is unavailable. I could have your dinner brought to your room.”
If he returned to the room now, he would have no control. “We will dine in the common room, but thank you for the offer.”
He escorted Katrina to a table further away from the large fireplace. There were enough people in here that it was already hot. Being next to toasty flames with a full meal and glass of wine would more likely put Katrina in a state of sleep. Not exactly how he wanted her at the moment.
A plate of roast goose, turnips, boiled potatoes and warm bread was placed before them and a young serving maid poured deep red wine into their goblets. Unlike the midday meal, Katrina ate everything on her plate. Timothy ate everything except the turnips. It was a ghastly vegetable and he could never understand how anyone could eat them.
Katrina sat back in her chair, the near empty wine glass in her hand and a pleased smile on her lips. He grinned in return. One appetite sated. Now for the other. Timothy rose from his seat and assisted Katrina from hers. “Shall we retire for the night?” he whispered in her ear.
Katrina shivered and he hoped it was from anticipation. She took his arm and allowed him to lead her up the stairs and back to their chamber.
The bath waited before a small fireplace. Steam rolled off of the water so it must have been placed here not long ago.
“Let me help you with your dress?”
* * *
Katrina stiffened at his words. Wasn’t this what she had been waiting for? For Timothy to divest her of her clothing and show her the ways of physical pleasure? Why was she suddenly nervous? Was she supposed to bathe without the benefits of privacy?
His lips touched her neck and a shiver ran down her spine. He continued to undo the back of her dress, his lips following down her back as the dress became looser. Her breasts became heavy and her nipples tightened. Perhaps the bath was for after. The dress slid from her shoulder and she gave up wondering or even caring about the bath. His hands on her skin were heavenly. Timothy pushed the arms of the dress down until she was free of it then let the gown pool at her feet. His hands came around to the front of her and he pulled Katrina back againbeen placeis body. Her buttocks connected with the hard ridge in his pants and hot desire stirred at the apex of her thighs. His hands lifted, molded and caressed her breasts. His fingers and thumb pinching her nipples, making her ache all the more while he trailed kisses along her neck and shoulder. Goodness, her legs were going to give out. She brought her hands up and grasped his forearms as she arched, pressing her breasts against his hands.
Timothy turned her to face him and brought his lips to hers as he moved the straps of her chemise down her arms until it fell at her feet along with her
Once he registered he led Katrina to their room. It was small, but possessed a large bed. Not that it mattered. Tonight he would not be trying to stay on his side. He set the bag down out of the way and their trunks were soon delivered. Katrina stood in the middle of the room watching him expectantly.
“Why don’t we go down to dinner?” He offered his arm and she allowed him to lead her back to the common room. She barely ate anything of her midday meal and the last thing he wanted was Katrina passing out from hunger.
His mind churned with possibilities of bringing her pleasure and prolonging the night and stopped at the front desk. “Could you please have a bath delivered to our room after dinner?”
Katrina tilted her head and looked at him. She’d bathed last night and was probably wondering why he asked for one tonight. She would soon learn it wasn’t for cleanliness.
“Of course.” The proprietor turned to an older woman to relay the request before turning back to Timothy. “I am afraid our private room is unavailable. I could have your dinner brought to your room.”
If he returned to the room now, he would have no control. “We will dine in the common room, but thank you for the offer.”
He escorted Katrina to a table further away from the large fireplace. There were enough people in here that it was already hot. Being next to toasty flames with a full meal and glass of wine would more likely put Katrina in a state of sleep. Not exactly how he wanted her at the moment.
A plate of roast goose, turnips, boiled potatoes and warm bread was placed before them and a young serving maid poured deep red wine into their goblets. Unlike the midday meal, Katrina ate everything on her plate. Timothy ate everything except the turnips. It was a ghastly vegetable and he could never understand how anyone could eat them.
Katrina sat back in her chair, the near empty wine glass in her hand and a pleased smile on her lips. He grinned in return. One appetite sated. Now for the other. Timothy rose from his seat and assisted Katrina from hers. “Shall we retire for the night?” he whispered in her ear.
Katrina shivered and he hoped it was from anticipation. She took his arm and allowed him to lead her up the stairs and back to their chamber.
The bath waited before a small fireplace. Steam rolled off of the water so it must have been placed here not long ago.
“Let me help you with your dress?”
* * *
Katrina stiffened at his words. Wasn’t this what she had been waiting for? For Timothy to divest her of her clothing and show her the ways of physical pleasure? Why was she suddenly nervous? Was she supposed to bathe without the benefits of privacy?
His lips touched her neck and a shiver ran down her spine. He continued to undo the back of her dress, his lips following down her back as the dress became looser. Her breasts became heavy and her nipples tightened. Perhaps the bath was for after. The dress slid from her shoulder and she gave up wondering or even caring about the bath. His hands on her skin were heavenly. Timothy pushed the arms of the dress down until she was free of it then let the gown pool at her feet. His hands came around to the front of her and he pulled Katrina back againbeen placeis body. Her buttocks connected with the hard ridge in his pants and hot desire stirred at the apex of her thighs. His hands lifted, molded and caressed her breasts. His fingers and thumb pinching her nipples, making her ache all the more while he trailed kisses along her neck and shoulder. Goodness, her legs were going to give out. She brought her hands up and grasped his forearms as she arched, pressing her breasts against his hands.
Timothy turned her to face him and brought his lips to hers as he moved the straps of her chemise down her arms until it fell at her feet along with her
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