Colour rushed into her face, and her mouth shaped a small ‘o’ as she thought about it. Immediately, she wondered if their discussions were anything like what the women said sometimes — and what Isaac said about her. What any of them said about her. Were they envious of him? Surely not. She knew Cora envied her a little, and sometimes she felt bad about that.
She had never looked more beautiful and he’d never desired her more than he did in this moment. Nestled comfortably between her legs as he gazed up at her in awe, his fingers continued to brush across her ribs and hips, and he tilted his head to the side, wondering what thoughts were swimming in her mind. “I keep what we do a secret, don’t you worry about that — but before I met you, I never knew much aside from the odd thing, so I began listening very intently not too long ago. I do hope that it’s come in useful?”
She swallowed hard, eyes wide, and nodded slowly. Anticipation had her pulse pounding hard, and she could feel it all through her body. “Oh, yes,” she managed, and bit her lip. Waiting, wondering. What else might he have learned?