"Maybe I will someday. If you get back alive." She took his face in her hands and lifted it away. "By the bye, I hear you had a fine time at the ball. Dancin' with that jade."
"Who?"
"You know who, you whoremaster. The high and mighty Miss Bedford."
"I'd had a bit to drink. I don't precisely recall what all happened."
"Don't you now? Well, some of the Council recall that evening well enough, you can be sure. You weren't too drunk to scare the wits out of them with those Spanish pistols. It's the talk of the island." She watched as he returned his mouth to her breast and began to tease the nipple with his tongue. "Now listen to me. That little virgin's no good for you. For one thing, I hear she's supposed to be marryin' our leading royalist, Sir Anthony, though I swear I don't know what he sees in her. She's probably happier ridin' her horse than being with a man. I warrant she'd probably as soon be a man herself."
"I don't want to hear any more about Miss Bedford." He
slipped an arm beneath her and drew her up next to him. "I've got something else in mind."
She trailed her hand down his chest to his groin. Then she smiled. "My, but that's promisin'."
"There's always apt to be room for improvement. If you set your mind to it."
"God knows, I've spoiled you." She leaned over and kissed his thigh, then began to tease him with her tongue. Without a word he shifted around and brushed the stubble of his cheeks against her loins. She was already moist, from sweat and desire.