Chapter Six
Gareth began to feel anxious again. He’d much rather end their wedding night on a high note than risk it ending in failure. “We don’t have to.”
“I want to,” Cecily said, leaning close to kiss him again. Then she whispered, “We might have a child.”
Gareth began to feel even more anxious.
“What do I do?” Cecily said.
Gareth took a deep breath. He could do this. He could. “Uh, my nightshirt . . .”
Cecily rose up on her knees and pulled his nightshirt up, past his kneecaps, past his thighs, past his groin . . . and there was his c**k, rising stiff and rosy from its nest of hair, exposed to Cecily’s gaze. Gareth found himself equally aroused and embarrassed. Blood rushed to his cheeks—and to his groin. His c**k became stiffer. He wondered whether Cecily knew how to touch it. S
