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Knight by Kate Hill The night Sir Robert returned from battle, Gabriella watched him bathe naked in the river. Hidden behind the trunk of an old oak tree, she stared, her heart pounding with desire, as he pulled off his billowy white shirt. He was tall and well muscled with broad shoulders and a powerful chest dusted with chestnut hair. Many times Gabriella had imagined running her hands over his chest and covering it with kisses. She dreamed of licking his sleek stomach and caressing his lean waist. Though she'd glimpsed him shirtless before, this was the first time she'd seen him completely unclothed. Her breath caught in her throat when he removed his boots and breeches, baring his narrow hips, taut buttocks and long, muscled legs. The powerful thighs flexed as he strode into the water. The hoot of an owl in the branch overhead startled her. She gasped and stepped away from the tree. Her bare foot snapped a twig and Sir Robert turned, his piercing gray eyes fixed on her. "Come closer, lass," he said in the deep, smooth voice that never failed to send her heart racing. "I didn't mean to disturb you, My Lord." She spoke with more confidence than she felt. Her legs suddenly went weak, yet she approached the edge of the river. His penetrating gaze upon her, he waded nearer to shore. He stood, water lapping his flat belly, and extended his hand. " me, Gabriella." Surprised that he knew her name, she remained frozen for several seconds. He was lord of the manor. If he wished to claim her body, it was his right. In spite of how much she desired him, she wondered if making love with him would be as marvelous as her fantasies. He was a man, after all, and most had little interest in pleasing the wenches they took. Sir Robert had always been special to her. A kind master. She didn't want her illusions regarding him shattered. "Gabriella," he repeated.

Heat rose in her face, but she reached behind her and with trembling fingers began unfastening the ties on her dress. "Having difficulty, my dear?" he asked and strode out of the water. She stared at his sleek body that gleamed with moisture. Her gaze lingered over the thick ivory shaft rising from a bed of dark hair. The balls beneath were heavy and she longed to cup them in her hand. He stood so near that she had to tilt her face up to meet his gaze. That broad chest with its plates of hard muscle and flat, dusky nipples was so close that she need only reach out and touch it. She dropped her hands to her sides and tightened them into fists to keep from caressing him. Robert leaned closer and purred near her ear, "Let me help you." Little ripples of pleasure coursed through her as he stepped behind her and untied her dress. She slipped it off and let it pool at her feet. Wearing nothing but her shift, she remained still and waiting. Robert's arms wrapped around her and he tugged her against him. She leaned into his hard, warm body, relishing the sensation of his cock pressing against her from behind. His hands roamed over the curve of her belly and traveled up her ribs until he cupped her breasts. It felt so wonderful when he began teasing her nipples through the thin fabric. They tightened to stiff buds and every stroke of his thumbs over them sent a rush of desire through her. The sensitive flesh between her legs throbbed and ached to be touched. The heat and moisture flooding her sheath proved how ready she was, but he seemed in no hurry. "Beautiful Gabriella," he whispered, then took her earlobe between his teeth and licked it. "Oh, please," she breathed, melting against him. "Please, Robert." Gabriella's eyes, which had nearly closed beneath the onslaught of ion, now flew open. She turned and found him staring at her with a tender smile on his lips. She'd dreamed of him looking at her like that and could scarcely believe he truly was.

"Do you have any idea what you've done to me all these years?" he asked, lightly caressing her face. He ran a callused fingertip over her lips and she kissed it then sucked it gently. Flames of ion leapt in his eyes and he continued, "Since we were children I've watched you. We're different, yet alike in many ways." "My Lord, please. We can share our bodies but anything else would be--I expect nothing more." He shook his head. "No words now, Gabriella. Only sensation." Before she could respond, he covered her mouth in a kiss so deep and tender all she could do was cling to him tightly. His tongue thrust between her lips. Its hot, wet strokes hurled her into bliss such as she'd never imagined, but there was so much more to come. Incomparable pleasure. When the kiss broke, he licked her neck slowly. His tongue moved behind her ear, making her shiver with desire. He swept her into his arms, carried her to a patch of lush grass and placed her on her back. Without preamble he grasped the front of her shift and tore the thin fabric down the middle, completely exposing her body to his hot gaze and skilled hands. Gabriella gasped. "My Lord, I haven't many clothes--" "I'll get you more," he promised, stretching out beside her. He brushed his fingertips over her cheek and throat. "From now on, Gabriella, you'll want for nothing." He kissed her mouth, then covered her face and neck with kisses. His lips roamed across her collarbone. Soft moans escaped her lips and her eyes slipped shut so she could better enjoy the sensations. Robert took one of her nipples into his mouth and lapped it. Keen pleasure shot through her and she clutched handfuls of his thick, chestnut hair. Her moans turned to whimpers of pleasure as he sucked and licked her nipple. "Robert, oh," she panted. At the moment nothing mattered except the sensations breaking over her. "Yes, oh yes." He moved to her other nipple and sucked it until it was so sensitive she couldn't bear another tug of his lips or flick of his tongue.

Gabriella's entire body tingled with ion, except for the hot, pulsing place between her legs. That plump bud was aflame. It needed stroking and rubbing. It needed-"Ah, Robert! Please!" Gabriella cried. He parted her thighs, settled between them, and covered her throbbing nub with his mouth. His tongue ran up and down each side. He sucked the tender flesh then began lapping with upward strokes that sent her into a frenzy. She thrashed and panted, her heart threatening to burst through her chest. To keep her from writhing, Robert grasped her hips in his large, strong hands and held her steady while he lapped relentlessly. Her eyes closed, her face and neck hot, and her body pushed to its limits, Gabriella surrendered completely. With a raw cry of fulfilled ion, she came. The marvelous pulsations seemed to last forever. Finally they stopped and she lay panting and drained but happier than she'd ever been in her life. Robert settled beside her on the ground. Gabriella opened her eyes and met his gaze. "Do you want to mate now?" she murmured. Her ion rekindled at the thought of his hard cock filling her. "No," he said, sifting his fingers through her hair. "Not now. There will be time for that once you're my wife." "Wife?" He nodded. This had to be a dream. No lord married beneath his station. He raised a sleek, dark eyebrow. "You think only women fall in love? I told you. All my life you're the only thing I've wanted. Now that the manor is mine, so will you be my wife." This time Gabriella kissed him. Settling atop him, she took his face in her hands and pressed her lips to his. Robert's long, steely arms held her so close that their hearts seemed to beat in unison.

This, she knew, was better than any dream. The End