TWENTY-EIGHT

Adalene stared at the Baron’s handsome face. She couldn’t help but feel disappointed, but before she could make a fool of herself, she lowered her eyes.

“Yes, you are right. I am indeed a bit sore.”

She did not want to burden him with her expectations because she shouldn’t have any! And, honestly, her thighs ached also. They had never had the experience of being as tensed ever as when he was... doing his thing between them.

He went back to the hall and she continued on her walk to her bedchamber, again feeling the acute disappointment that she would not be sleeping in a bed with him tonight. She would have loved, at least, to cuddle...

She almost stumbled at the thought. She really should stop thinking about doing things with him that a woman would expect from a husband. But she was sleeping with him! screamed another part of her inside her head. Well, it was purely lust. That was different from love.

Then she remembered how sweetly and lovingly he had kissed her face after they made