TWENTY-SEVEN
Bernard pushed her off him, so she landed on the pillow beside him. Rejected, she rose onto her elbows to protest.
But his hands were already untying the laces of her shift, pulling it down until her shoulders and then her breasts were bare.
Instinct made her bring her arms up to cover herself.
"If you have changed your mind, only say the word, and I shall stop," he said. His breath was warm against her forearm, as though his lips were close enough to kiss her arm. Or her breast.
What would that feel like? Pleasure, like he'd promised?
She forced her arms down by her sides, baring herself to him.
"Beautiful," Bernard breathed, close enough for the breeze of it to tickle her n****e.
Ursula gasped.
Then he kissed her breast, tracing a slow circle around her n****
