Pleasing? God's teeth, she was so pleasing he'd nearly embarrassed himself like an untried lad at first sight of her body before him.

"Aye lass," he said, his voice sounding like a bucket dragged over a pebble-strewn path. "Ye please me. And now, I'm after pleasin ye."

With his eyes on hers, he placed his hands at the flare of her hips then slowly, very slowly, moved them in and up until his palms covered her breasts, thumbs brushing two rosy tips to bring them to peak.