“I won’t know what to do,” she blurted out.

He cocked his head. “You will once we start,” he promised, and held out a hand to her.

She took it, her fingers shaking as they met his, and didn’t resist as he drew her into his arms at last. She shivered at the feeling of his bare skin against her. So intimate and arousing without him even doing anything but holding her.

And then he did more and her world ceased to exist.

He kissed her and she opened to him, surrendering because she had longed to do so for what felt like forever, even though it had only been a few days. He took what she gave, gently, almost reverently, as he tasted her and teased her with his tongue. When she shivered with pleasure, he smiled against her lips.

“May I undress you?” she asked.

He chuckled. “You took the words out of my mouth—I was going to ask to undress you.”

She shook her head. “You’ve already, er, seen me. I’m sure there is nothing new for you to find. But I’ve never seen—that is, I don’t know, er…”

“Firstly, there will never be nothing to find when it comes to undressing you,” he corrected. “But I understand why you would want to do the honors first. A man’s body is new to you.” He lifted his arms. “You may unfasten me or I could do it for you.”

She stared at the fall front of his trousers, stared at how the thing underneath strained against it, just as it had a few days before. And her nerve vanished.

“You will be better at it,” she said, covering her hot cheeks with freezing hands.

He chuckled and lowered his fingers to the buttons. He unfastened them slowly, watching her as he did so, and made what felt like quite a show in lowering the fall front and then pushing the entire contraption down around his ankles. As he kicked the trousers away, she gulped.

So there it was. His…his member? What did a man call it? She didn’t know, but it was something to behold, far bigger than that of any statue she had ogled in her day. And it was hard too, curling up toward his stomach almost like a weapon to be wielded.

“And what do you think?” he asked, amusement in his tone, but not cruelty. “Now that you’ve seen what the fuss is about?”

“I don’t know what to think,” she admitted as she forced her gaze back to his. “I know you put that…” She motioned vaguely at it. “Into me. Which seems unlikely, but that is the story, so who am I to argue? I’ve heard it hurts. But your fingers didn’t hurt. Still, it is bigger. And yet I don’t think you would hurt me.”

His expression softened a fraction. “I wouldn’t hurt you on purpose,” he corrected. “But your innocence will make you very…” He swallowed. “Er…tight. And it will hurt the first time I enter you. Though hopefully not too much since I intend to make you very ready for me.”