She touched her fingers to his muscled chest and ran her hands over its hard contours.Her imagination had not come close to describing how fine this man would look half undressed.And the way he felt to the touch… Her core throbbed in anticipation of having all of him at once.But first, a few layers remained in their way.
“This wretched gown I am wearing,” she said with an exaggerated pout.“Some imbecile named Ackermann designed its closures so that they could only be opened by a maid.”
“I don’t see a maid anywhere,” he said gravely.“Shall I do my best to rescue you from this horrific prison of satin ribbons and figured muslin?”
She nodded.“I would be eternally grateful.”
“Turn around,” he commanded.
She complied at once, her pulse thrumming with excitement.She had not realized that following orders could be even more erotic than giving them.Her hands trembled as she lifted her skirts to straddle him completely.The sensitive spot between her legs felt at once shockingly exposed and yet too far away.She wanted more.
“Come closer.”His voice had gone thick.
She scooted back until her derrière pressed against the flat panes of his stomach.Her pulse skipped.She was now straddling the direct proof of his arousal.She tried to catch her breath.The knowledge that he wanted her as much as she wanted him only made her desire grow even stronger.
“Hurry,” she whispered.
“No,” came his arrogant reply.
Slowly, inch by inch, he slipped each scrap of ribbon through its eyelets.As he exposed each small morsel of flesh, he lowered his lips to her bare skin in a kiss.
Her skin shivered deliciously each time.
His mouth was hot and deliberate as lips traced a sensuous pattern down her spine.He was treating her as if they had all the time in the world to get to know each other’s bodies.As though she were a precious package meant to be savored.As if they were not just building toward a physical union, but creating a memory of pleasure so profound that it would last an entire lifetime.Each brush of his hand, each mind-drugging kiss, etched itself deeper onto her soul.
When at last the final eyelets had been exposed, he tossed the satin ribbon aside.He pushed her puffed sleeves and the straps of her loose shift down over her shoulders.Her arms were trapped at her sides and her bosom was a hairsbreadth from being fully exposed.
“Don’t stop,” she begged.
In answer, he slid her sleeves down over her elbows, releasing each trembling arm one by one.
“Now what?”she whispered.“Shall I turn back around?”
He pressed his lips to the base of her neck.“Not yet.”
As his mouth left a trail of kisses along the curve of her shoulders, his hands cupped her bosom and wreaked glorious torture on her sensitive breasts and nipples.She was not even facing him, and her body was utterly his to command.She expected to melt into his touch, but instead felt the delectable tension build higher and higher.
Her bent legs tightened about his thighs as her core rubbed against his thick shaft.The carnal pressure between her legs grew ever more demanding.It was a spot only he could touch.A yearning only he could fill.She could scarcely breathe from wanting him so much.
“I feel,” she gasped as the uncontrollable arousal expanded until she could think of nothing else but finding release with him.“I feel like we’re still wearing too many clothes.”
“I always feel that way around you,” came his answering growl just below her ear.“It will be my pleasure to address our problem.”
He lifted her hips from his thighs and pushed her skirts down to her knees.
She leaned back against him to kick the material away.She was almost completely naked.The chill air did nothing to cool the heat of her body or the racing of her pulse.She could not stand to be separate from him for much longer.Waiting was a sensual torture she was not sure she could bear.
“Not fair,” she said as she ran her hands down his breeches.“A gentleman never allows a lady to have the only undressed body in the room.”
Her rear facing him, she edged forward on her knees until she could reach his boots.She did not bother taking her time.She wanted him nude as quickly as possible.
“You’re still wearing your stockings,” he reminded her as he ran a finger across her garter.“Leave them on.I like it.”
A spike of arousal shot through her at the realization that her body was as powerful an aphrodisiac for him as his was for her.She could hear the catch in his breath as he enjoyed the curve of her derrière… and perhaps a glimpse even lower.She had never felt so exposed or so powerful.
She tossed his stockings away with his Hessians, then turned to face him.Her breath heaved in excitement and arousal.The moment was almost here.All that remained now were his breeches.
She reached for his fall.
