" Did I hurt you?" She managed to ask, recalling how she had inadvertently pushed on his wounded shoulder. "Does it ache this morning?"

Leo hesitated before replying. "No it eventually eased after you left. But the devil knows it wouldn't take much to start up again."

Catherine was overcome with remorse.
"I'm sorry. Should we put poultice on it?"

"A poultice?" he repeated blankly. "On my... oh. We're talking about my shoulder?"

She blinked in confusion. "Of course we're talking about your shoulder. What else would we be discussing?"

"Cat..." Leo looked away from her. To her surprise, there was a tremor of laughter in his voice. "When a man is aroused and left unsatisfied, he usually aches for a while afterward."

"Where?"
He gave her a speaking glance.

"You mean..." a wild blush raced over her as she finally understood. "Well, I don't care if you ache there. I was only concerned about your wound!"

"It's much better," Leo assured her, his eyes bright with amusement. "As for the other ache--"

"That has nothing to do with me," she said hastily.

"I be to differ. "

― Lisa Kleypas , Married by Morning (The Hathaways, #4)