Chapter 18
It was the first time Jonathan had ever been alone with a woman. He sat as if turned to stone. Only his eyes moved. He took in her pretty face, bathed in candlelight: her eyes sparkled; her smile was shy, yet confident. She wetted her lips. Jonathan realized he was trembling.
His gaze dropped to her shapely shoulders and then lowered to her breasts. Through the thin fabric he could see they were small and round, her n*****s clearly visible against the cloth. He felt his breathing deepen. He had the urge to touch them, caress them. He felt a stirring in his groin.
His eyes traveled further down her slender body. The firelight behind her pierced the material of the garment and he could see outlined clearly her narrow waist, her rounded hips. Her femininity revealed, a pang of a
