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up the edge of her nightshift and cupped her mons. She’d wanted to do this while she’d watched him, but she’d been too panicked, too overwhelmed. Now, in the darkness of her chamber, it didn’t seem nearly so daunting.
    She thrust her hips upward, pressing her mound into her hand. The motion sent a thrill of pleasure ricocheting through her.
    Spreading her legs, Aileen burrowed her fingers between her folds. She was so hot down there. So hot and sensitive and slick. Niall would feel this when he touched her.
    Oh, and it felt so good. Why had she never thought of exploring herself before?
    She circled her entrance with her fingertips and thought of Niall’s cock head nuzzling against her. What would it feel like when he pushed inside her the first time? Would he thrust hard or would he take it slowly, relishing every moment as she took him deeper and deeper into her body?
    Slowly, she slipped a finger inside. Her sheath tightened around it. But Niall was so much bigger. Would he hurt her? She pulled out and pushed two fingers in, tilting her hips so she could go deep, feeling how her body conformed.
    Oh, it was delicious. She thrust them again, imagining the bigger, harder, smoother shape of Niall’s sex replacing her fingers. She could accommodate him, she was sure of it. It might hurt, but only at first. Then she would feel only pleasure as he invaded her body over and over. As he hovered over her, she’d stroke his muscled chest, the curve of his biceps. He’d whisper her name through clenched teeth, his voice so low and seductive, like he’d spoken in the bath. Aileen. Aileen. Aileen.
    Gasping, Aileen removed her fingers and brushed them over the sensitive tissue between the lips of her sex. “Oh…Lord,” she murmured. Just above her channel was an area so swollen and so sensitive, she could hardly touch it. Instead she circled around it. Tension built within her body and between her legs. Everywhere she touched was so wet. She could feel the juices of her lust dripping down the cleft of her behind. The muscles in her legs and buttocks and stomach clenched involuntarily.
    Now she imagined Niall slamming into her. Sweat beaded on his temples, but his blue eyes were open, watching her, taking in her pleasure. Aileen pinched her nipple hard with her free hand. Her fingers flicked across her sensitive bud. She cried out. And then everything released. Like the flooding of a dam, it swept over her in long waves of pleasure, relaxing her clenched muscles. The waves rushed through her, each one smaller than the last.
    When it was finally over, she lay still for a long while, stunned, listening to the dwindling sound of her harsh breaths. It was the first time anything like that had happened to her body.
    Something told her Niall could not only make her feel this good, but much, much better.
     
     
     

 
     
    Chapter Three
     
    Positioned beside him at the high table, Aileen glanced at Niall from beneath her lashes. He ate slowly and cut his meat deliberately, a stern look on his angular face. If he sensed her watching him, he didn’t show it.
    He was so handsome. She remembered the intensity of his eyes when he had looked at her yesterday from the courtyard, the set of his jaw as he’d brought himself to completion…
    “Would you like another tart?” she asked, her tone polite but loud enough for him to hear over the general pandemonium of the men gathered to break their fasts in the great hall.
    With an abrupt jerk of his head, he turned to her. For a long moment, he stared, his eyes filled with the same blue heat she’d seen in them yesterday. A warm flush spread across her chest. But then his look cleared and his eyes flickered away from her face as he reached for the plate she held out in offering. “Thank you, lady.”
    Holding her body still and schooling her expression to one of passivity, she watched him take a bite from the custard tart he’d selected. How she wanted to reach out and place her