arms still around him so he could not escape and continued kissing him with passion.
“Slow down,” he murmured as he pulled back a fraction to look into her eyes. The dove gray was filled with panic and desperation. Not what he wanted. “I’m not going anywhere.”
She swallowed hard. “I must seem quite foolish to you.”
He shook his head as he found the buttons on her gown along the front. One by one he freed them without breaking eye contact with her. “On the contrary, you are incredible. But I don’t want to rut with you like a dog. Not at this moment. I want to make this last.”
She stared at him like she didn’t understand, and he frowned. Her damned husband, who acted like pleasure was something she should grovel for…even when Laurelcross was thinking about her needs in the beginning, had sex been a perfunctory act? Just enough to give her a flutter of pleasure and then out the door with hopes that his seed had been planted?
If that was true, this woman was about to get a very different experience. Crispin shifted his weight from her and got up. She watched him go, and he smiled to reassure her while he approached the parlor door and turned the key. He didn’t want interruptions of any kind, that was for certain.
“Stand up,” he ordered.
She clutched her open gown around herself and did as she had been told, but when her fingers went to close the dress, he shook his head.
“I’m not having you stand so you can fix yourself,” he clarified. “I’m having you stand so I can do this.”
He moved on her and slowly slid his hands beneath the shoulders of her gown. He slid the fabric from her body, letting his hands glide down her goosebumped arms, her trim waist, her perfect hips until the entire contraption fell at her feet. She stood in what looked to be a very cheap chemise, one that was well worn enough that it was nearly see-through. His heart stuttered, for he could see the lines of her body with almost perfect clarity.
“God help me,” he muttered before he cupped the back of her neck and drew her in for another kiss. She whimpered against his lips, the needy sound coursing through his veins and settling heavy in his already hard and ready cock.
“I don’t think it’s fair that I’m the only one in my undergarments,” she whispered as he broke their kiss to drag his lips down her throat.
He chuckled. “You may divest me of whatever you like, Gemma, but be warned…I do not wear undergarments.”
Her eyes went wide. “You mean beneath your clothes you are…are…naked? Entirely naked?”
“Entirely,” he said, holding his arms out as if in offering. “Do you still wish to undress me?”
She nodded swiftly and unhooked his jacket first. She shoved it from his body and tossed it aside without seeming to care where it landed. He smiled as she went to work on his shirt, pulling and tugging at his cravat and eventually the buttons that kept her from bare skin. When she managed to wrestle the garment free of his trousers and open it, she gasped and stared at his chest beneath.
“What?” he asked, enjoying how her hands trembled as she reached out to smooth her fingers across his flesh. The touch was like electric heat and his cock throbbed with it.
“When you slept last night…was it only last night?” She shook her head. “I-I watched you and I wondered, I wondered what you looked like under your clothes.”
His mouth dropped open at her unexpected admission. “You did? I thought you hated me.”
“I did, a little,” she whispered, her voice shaking. “But I also couldn’t help but be fully aware of how handsome you were. How…desirable.”
He frowned. “When I woke, I feared I might have done something to you…forced you.”
She met his gaze. “If you had climbed into bed with me, I don’t think you would have had to force anything. I think I would have been as wanton then as I am being now, despite my hesitations and misgivings.”
“You are not
“Slow down,” he murmured as he pulled back a fraction to look into her eyes. The dove gray was filled with panic and desperation. Not what he wanted. “I’m not going anywhere.”
She swallowed hard. “I must seem quite foolish to you.”
He shook his head as he found the buttons on her gown along the front. One by one he freed them without breaking eye contact with her. “On the contrary, you are incredible. But I don’t want to rut with you like a dog. Not at this moment. I want to make this last.”
She stared at him like she didn’t understand, and he frowned. Her damned husband, who acted like pleasure was something she should grovel for…even when Laurelcross was thinking about her needs in the beginning, had sex been a perfunctory act? Just enough to give her a flutter of pleasure and then out the door with hopes that his seed had been planted?
If that was true, this woman was about to get a very different experience. Crispin shifted his weight from her and got up. She watched him go, and he smiled to reassure her while he approached the parlor door and turned the key. He didn’t want interruptions of any kind, that was for certain.
“Stand up,” he ordered.
She clutched her open gown around herself and did as she had been told, but when her fingers went to close the dress, he shook his head.
“I’m not having you stand so you can fix yourself,” he clarified. “I’m having you stand so I can do this.”
He moved on her and slowly slid his hands beneath the shoulders of her gown. He slid the fabric from her body, letting his hands glide down her goosebumped arms, her trim waist, her perfect hips until the entire contraption fell at her feet. She stood in what looked to be a very cheap chemise, one that was well worn enough that it was nearly see-through. His heart stuttered, for he could see the lines of her body with almost perfect clarity.
“God help me,” he muttered before he cupped the back of her neck and drew her in for another kiss. She whimpered against his lips, the needy sound coursing through his veins and settling heavy in his already hard and ready cock.
“I don’t think it’s fair that I’m the only one in my undergarments,” she whispered as he broke their kiss to drag his lips down her throat.
He chuckled. “You may divest me of whatever you like, Gemma, but be warned…I do not wear undergarments.”
Her eyes went wide. “You mean beneath your clothes you are…are…naked? Entirely naked?”
“Entirely,” he said, holding his arms out as if in offering. “Do you still wish to undress me?”
She nodded swiftly and unhooked his jacket first. She shoved it from his body and tossed it aside without seeming to care where it landed. He smiled as she went to work on his shirt, pulling and tugging at his cravat and eventually the buttons that kept her from bare skin. When she managed to wrestle the garment free of his trousers and open it, she gasped and stared at his chest beneath.
“What?” he asked, enjoying how her hands trembled as she reached out to smooth her fingers across his flesh. The touch was like electric heat and his cock throbbed with it.
“When you slept last night…was it only last night?” She shook her head. “I-I watched you and I wondered, I wondered what you looked like under your clothes.”
His mouth dropped open at her unexpected admission. “You did? I thought you hated me.”
“I did, a little,” she whispered, her voice shaking. “But I also couldn’t help but be fully aware of how handsome you were. How…desirable.”
He frowned. “When I woke, I feared I might have done something to you…forced you.”
She met his gaze. “If you had climbed into bed with me, I don’t think you would have had to force anything. I think I would have been as wanton then as I am being now, despite my hesitations and misgivings.”
“You are not
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