When he looked at her there was nowhere to hide. His gaze was intense, thorough, merciless. It was overpowering even to be seated near his great size, to feel his body heat. She feared the struggle to remain calm and impervious to his masculine allure had revealed itself upon her face. Surely he would know what she was. He must. Her entire body was afire. She could barely breathe let alone speak. From the frenzied excitement taking hold of her reluctant female parts and seizing them in a fiery, throbbing grip, anyone might think she'd never had a man about the place before. Certainly no man like this one. Torvig would be envious, she mused, for he was accustomed to being the handsomest man about the place, the charmer no female could resist. Or so he liked to think. The first rush of alarm had now given way to a steady trickle of trepidation, waiting for Rufus Barberousse to make an accusation. To stand up and say, "Why, you're a woman! How could you think to fool me?" But seated on her right he tucked into the food with relish, laying quick waste to a leg of pheasant before moving on to another and another, his fingers and lips shining with grease.
What do You think about Warprize (Seven Brides For Seven Bastards, 5)(MFMMMMMM)?
