Chapter Four
Early September, 1913
“Leda, your hair is so beautiful.” Ian’s fingertips traced the length of one tress where it curled over her breast.
She followed the movement of his hand as it reached her bare breast. She caught her breath on discovering she was naked, but her embarrassment melted rapidly under his appreciative gaze.
He grazed her n****e, caressing it with thumb and forefinger. The pleasure ignited heat in the cleft between her thighs. She moaned softly.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispered. He was dressed, although his white shirt was unbuttoned, revealing a muscled chest, dusted with silky chestnut hair. His bare flesh increased the arousal churning in her core.
Ian cupped her breast, squeezing it gently. Rising up, he nuzzled the pink tip. The sensation sent s
