He knew he needed to go slow. She was not a bored society woman. For all that Penny was a woman on her own, she was an innocent in the ways of sexuality. No matter how blatantly she asked for his touch, he had to go slow.That’s what he told himself, but his mind had little control over his body. Even as she brought his hand to her breast, he was already adjusting his fingers to hold her, to caress her in the way all women enjoyed. He lifted her breast slightly, he squeezed just a moment, then he rolled his thumb back and forth over her nipple.The situation wasn’t ideal. She had shift and dress on, but her nipple was tight, and in her innocence, she was extraordinarily sensitive. The first touch had her breath catching on a gasp and her eyes turning soft as she let her head drop back against the chair. He couldn’t resist such an invitation. So as his hand continued to mold and tease her breast, he pressed kisses to her lips, her jaw, and down along her neck.She trembled in reaction.
