“But women don’t?” she asked.
He tied the horses and sat down beside her. “Perhaps some do,” he agreed. “But those are generally women who make themselves available to satisfy men’s lust.”
“You speak of prostitutes? But I thought you said any woman could enjoy . . . coupling.”
“It depends on both the man and the woman,” he said. “If a man only seeks to satisfy himself, she is unlikely to experience any pleasure.”
“So a man must desire to please a woman?”
“Yes, Hen.”
“Oh. That’s interesting. I didn’t know that. Does it also hurt a man the first time?” she asked.
“No,” he answered tersely.
“So it’s always pleasurable?”
He hesitated and then shook his head, recalling the utter humiliation of his first sexual experience. “No. Not always.”
“You mean it wasn’t for you?” she softly prompted.
“It was at first, and then it wasn’t,” he replied.
“I don’t understand you,” she said. “Would you please explain?”
Julian hesitated to speak of what he had never shared with a soul, not even Thomas.
“Please, Julian,” she persisted.
Suddenly restless, he stood and scanned the bank for a skimming stone. “Do you recall the week before my sixteenth birthday when Winston arrived with four carriages full of guests?”
“Yes,” she laughed. “Who could forget? He supplied the village with a year’s worth of salacious scandal. Is it true what the servants said?”
“That he hosted a week-long orgy? Yes, Hen. And once he realized it was my birthday, he took it upon himself to initiate me to manhood.” It was only then that Winston even remembered his existence. In retrospect, Julian wished he hadn’t. In that single week, Winston introduced Julian to all manner of vice—gaming, drinking, and whores. Eager for acceptance, Julian had embraced it all. He might have pitched completely into the moral abyss were it not for Thomas, who’d brought him back from the brink.
“My first experience was at the hands of one of Winston’s whores.” He sent a stone bouncing over the water.
“But you didn’t enjoy it?” she asked.
“I did until she recounted the experience in minute detail to the entire party. I was utterly humiliated while they all had an enormous laugh at my expense.”
“How cruel! I’m so sorry,” she whispered.
“Me too,” he said.
“Sometimes I try to imagine what it must be like to be with someone that way.”
That remarked snagged his attention. “You fantasize, Hen?”
“I don’t know. Sometimes I have kissing dreams.”
“Kissing dreams?” he repeated. “And who exactly do you kiss in these dreams?” Was it Thomas or someone else? Did he really wish to know?
“I don’t know,” she replied. “You know how vague dreams can be.”
Her pink tongue darted out to wet her lips. Was it a subtle invitation? Did Henrietta desire to be kissed? Julian tamped down the powerful urge to do just that. For once begun, he could never end it with just a kiss. He’d grown uncomfortably aware of her physically and feared he would soon be fully aroused. Kissing her could only end in ruin, shame, and disgrace.
We should return now,” he said abruptly.
“But it’s still early,” Henrietta protested. “Can’t we stay here for a while? Harry won’t return for hours yet.”
“That is not what I needed to hear, Hen.” He’d resisted the urge to kiss her, but any more time alone with Henrietta would only be tempting the devil. “Let’s go. Now.” Before I do something I shall surely regret.
***
Henrietta returned from her ride with Julian windblown, disheveled, and laughing so hard her ribs hurt. The past few hours had essentially evaporated the past six years. The time spent with Julian was all she’d hoped for—almost. There was that brief moment when she’d thought he might kiss her. She’d hoped fervently that he would, but he hadn’t. Had it just been wishful thinking? Maybe she’d read it all wrong. What did she know of men and kissing?
They drew up in front of the stables, where Julian dismounted and handed his horse off to the groom. “Thank you, Jules. I can’t remember the last time I enjoyed a ride so much,” she gushed.
He reached up to assist her. Their gazes met as his strong hands closed about her waist. Her breath hitched as the laughter faded from his eyes. “I enjoyed it as well, Hen,” he replied stiffly, setting her firmly on her feet and then stepping backward a bit farther than strictly necessary.