Heaven Sent (51 page)

As he gently rolled to the side, they faced each other; their bodies close, touching and trembling, they became more serious. Spending a moment just looking at each other, they realized that they were both anxious, both excited, both a little scared.

"Sometimes it hurts the first time, Hannah," he told her solemnly. "I'll try not to hurt you, but I can't promise."

"I'm not afraid, Henry Lee. I belong to you, it was meant to be this way."

He smiled lovingly at her. He'd never felt about a woman like this, and he wanted to make it so good for her.

"Take down your hair for me."

Hannah sat up in the bed and quickly undid the braided coil. She handed him the pins and he merely tossed them on the floor, not willing to look away long enough to set them on the table. Hannah giggled at that and then loosened her braid until her hair was a mass of wild curls around her head.

Henry Lee pulled her toward him and ran his hand lovingly through that mass of hair. Rubbing it against his cheek and offering it a kiss, he wrapped it around his fist like a rope and pulled her to him. Their lips met, gently at first and then with more passion as they both reacted to the fire that blazed between them.

Henry Lee had to remind himself to go slow as his hands explored her, cherished her. Tenderly he stroked her from her throat to her knees, then back again. He eased open the buttons of her bodice, untied the neckline of her chemise and bared her bosom to his eyes. Whispering words of praise and devotion he lowered his mouth to her firm, white breast. He sucked gently, then with more pressure as his tongue teasingly flicked the turgid nipple. He gave equal attention to the second breast, until both were full, hot, and wet.

Hannah, gasping for breath, couldn't seem to hold herself still and her reaction delighted Henry Lee. He ran a loving caress down her hip and leg to where her skirts bunched up at her knees. Running his hand underneath her dress he slowly explored the inside of her thigh, bringing the skirts up with him. When he reached the apex of her thighs he covered her womanhood and she immediately raised her hips from the bed, pressing against his hand. He returned the pressure, reveling in the heat and dampness he found there.

He brought his lips back to hers with fiery little kisses and cooing words, promising release and bliss. He struggled momentarily with the tie ribbon on her drawers, but it gave way and he pulled them down off her legs and threw them from her.

He sat back on his knees, surveying the abundance before him. Her bodice was spread open and her chemise down as if to frame the work of art that was her generous bosom. Her skirts were rucked up around her waist like a curtain at the theater and the show they displayed, the gentle curve of her belly, the riot of honey-colored curls covering her secrets, the long sturdy thighs, naked until just above the knees where plain white garters held her stockings in place, delighted him.

Her thighs trembled under
his
regard. His glance went to her face to see she was looking at him, awaiting his decision.

"You are beautiful, Hannah. More so than I ever realized." He laid his hand gently upon her belly. "I want to touch you, I love to touch you."

Hannah sat up in bed taking him in her arms. "I want to touch you, too!" With that she eased the suspenders off his shoulders.
With
a smile of tender delight, he helped her. He pulled the shirt out of his pants, and without bothering to unbutton it, pulled it off over his head and cast it away.

Hannah pulled him to her and cried out in rapture as she felt his naked flesh against her own. Henry Lee grasped her naked bottom in his hands and they rolled on the bed, teasing and kissing, stroking and learning the feel of the other. Henry Lee's trousers became not only uncomfortable but an impediment and he quickly loosed himself from them.

Hannah didn't yet have the courage to look, but she felt him hot and hard and massive against her. Their kisses became hotter and Henry Lee's hands seemed to be everywhere at once. Coaxing, teasing, finding the places that could pop Hannah's eyes open and quicken her breathing.

He lovingly stroked her hillock of curls and gently parted her, easing his finger a little inside. She jerked responsively at the contact and he knew she was ready.

To hold himself off, he thought only of her. Her laughing, her dancing, her grinding corn at the mill, singing hymns in his kitchen. He brought himself into position and kissed her repeatedly on the lips, the throat, the eyes. He whispered lovingly in her ear.

"I love you, Hannah. I'll try not to hurt you, but you're very tight. Trust me, Hannah."

He entered her then slowly, she was hot and eager, but her maidenhead was strong. When he tried to breach it, she cried out.

"Easy, Hannah, easy." He gentled her with sweet kisses, trying desperately to maintain control when her hot,
tight
cavern offered such relief.

"It
doesn't fit!" she cried pitifully.

Henry Lee couldn't keep the smile from his face and the humor helped rein in his desire.

"Don't worry, Hannah, we're going to make it fit."

And
he did, slowly stroking, coaxing, kissing, easing his way past her barrier until the pain was swallowed in a maelstrom of desire.

Hannah lay beneath him crying and pleading for what she didn't yet know. She opened her eyes and saw him above her, the power, the intensity, the glaze of passion
in
his eyes. Then she could hardly see at all as a red haze clouded her vision and she fell into an abyss of sensual pleasure, screaming his name.

They lay in each other's arms, still touching, still stroking, not willing to stop even as they waited for their breathing to return to normal.

"I'm sorry I hurt you." His voice was husky and his breathing labored.

"Oh, Henry Lee, it was worth it."

He smiled and planted a kiss on the end of her nose.

"Is it always like this?" she asked him.

"Hannah, it has never been like this for me. Nothing
I
have ever done, no woman I have ever known, has even come close to the feelings I've had with you today."

She smiled a pleased but weary smile and they held each other close.

* * *

The sun was well up in the sky the next morning as the weary but sated couple woke to the distinct sounds of a wagon coming up the road.

"Somebody's coming," Hannah screeched, leaping out of bed, grabbing her dress and looking for her drawers.

Henry Lee only rolled over on his back and looked up at her. They had spent the entire evening and most of the night discovering each other and the meaning of conjugal bliss. Lack of sleep shadowed his eyes and every muscle in his body ached, but he had never felt better in his life.

"Get out of there and get dressed, Henry Lee! What will folks think if they come here in the middle of the day to find us still in bed."

"They'll think we are newly wed," he teased, "and they will be exactly right." But
with
her anxious prodding he slowly rolled himself off of their comfortable nest and began the search for his own discarded clothing.

"Hurry, they are almost here!" she told him, trying unsuccessfully to tie her drawers and braid her hair at the same time.

"Don't panic, darlin'. You can take your time getting dressed and
I'll
go out and keep them busy for a few minutes. It's just Zanola and Jones and they won't be speculating on anything or spreading any, absolutely true, gossip about us."

"How do you know it's them?"

"Because I told them to come over this morning, that
I'd
have the still ready and they could pick it up."

"The still?"

"Yep, Zanola's always admired the whiskey from my still, so I decided to sell it to her. I've promised to give her a few whiskey-making lessons and then she's on her own."

"You've sold your still?"

"That's right, Hannah." His smile was self-effacing, but he continued in mock solemnity. "It was a business decision. Not everybody drinks whiskey, but everybody sits at a table. For better or worse, the whiskey man is now
in
the furniture business."

"Oh
Henry Lee,
did
you do this for me?"

"No. I
did it
for our marriage, and our children, and for myself. I want to know if I'm good enough to win even when I play by the rules."

Hannah went into his arms and laid her head lovingly against his chest.

"This business is not a sure thing, like whiskey," he whispered gently over the
top
of her head. "Morelli and
I
are in a partnership
with
some land, just south of
Tulsa
. There's some good wood there we can use.
It'll
save us from having to buy from somebody else. I've got enough money put by to give us a good start, but I can't promise that you'll be dressing in silks."

"I'd be looking mighty foolish hoeing my garden in silks!" she said humorously.

"It
won't be nearly as exciting either. I doubt seriously if we'll have even one visit from the Federal
marshalls
."

"Well, we will just have to find our houseguests elsewhere!"

They laughed together for a minute, then Henry Lee held her at arm's length to look her directly in the eye. There was no humor in his look. He wanted her to understand the gamble they would be taking and that, success or failure, she would be a part of it.

"There is always a risk in any business, I want you to realize that. But if we work hard and pull together in
this,
we have a good chance of making a go of it."

"I
know you can do it, Henry Lee. I said I'd be beside you for better or worse, and I think the worst is already
behind
us!" She embraced him lovingly, then he raised her chin with a teasing smile.

"There is one thing I need to do, before we start off on this new business venture."

"What's that?"

"I need to build myself a wellhouse. If my wife takes it into her head to venture out at night, I want to make sure she never finds anybody but me."

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