“Allow me to help you.” The soft words, deep and rich in that Scottish lilt, heated her blood.
Excitement flooded her and butterflies stormed through her stomach as she glanced at Quinn over her shoulder and shivered. She’d imagined this night a hundred times, how he might come to her, how it would go. She never dreamed he would offer to undress her. She’d always assumed she would have had a maid undress her and then she’d wait in her bed with nothing but a shift on. After that…well, she knew the basics of lovemaking thanks to her mother’s explanations, but there was still so much she didn’t know. When to kiss him…or was he the one to start the kissing…How was she to know what to do and when? Suddenly the flood of questions made her anxious and she twined her hands fretfully. Her heart be
