She patted his chest. “Back to what you want to do, please,”
“Oh?” he queried, slightly wolfish. “Do you need more examples?”
“Examples would be nice,” she answered primly.
“Let’s see… Right now, I’d like to pull this string here.” He indicated the one just above her chest. “And here.” He fingered the one at her waist. “Then peel off your wrapper, revealing the gifts beneath.”
“My shift?”
“No, that would have to go, too.”
“Neville,” she gasped. “You want to see me as I was born?”
“Every inch,” he said hoarsely.
“Naughty, indeed.” She only managed a whisper.
“I warned you,” he replied. “Dare I hope you want something similar from me?”
She wasn’t sure she was quite ready to see the hard part she’d felt against her thigh. Uncovering his shoulders might be nice, though. For she did want more of his hunger, a hunger she could now see matched, perhaps even exceeded, her own.
Tell me you want me. Tell me you cannot resist me.
She reached for the forbidden sweets. “I want you to teach me how to drive you as wild as you drive me.”
He took in a jagged breath. “You’re quite skilled already.
“But there’s more, isn’t there?”
“Oh yes, there’s more.” He scooted back on his heels.
“But you are going to make me wait, aren’t you?”
He made a long, low, tortured sound. “Wearein my cousin’s library.”
“Are youalwaysgoing to be so concerned about our specific location? Or are you eventually going to give in and ravish me whenever—and wherever—we mutually desire?”
He gave her that flat expression that held just a hint of warning.
“Oh dear, I quite like that little stern look. Surprising, really. In the past, I might have been insulted. Now that I know the fire that burns inside you, that look makes me feel kind of bubbly inside.”
“I’ll have you know, I would happily satisfy you in every room in every house I own, could we but be certain we would not be interrupted by any servants.”
“Satisfysounds divine.”
He arched a brow. “Did you say bubbly?”
“Umm, bubbly.” She nodded. “Like champagne.”
He groaned again. “If you were covered in champagne, I’d lick you all over.”
She laughed, low and husky—a laugh she hadn’t even known she could make. One that she would make again, if it always kindled such deep-burning fire in his eyes….
“Even here?” She loosened her neckline and drew her hand provocatively across her breast.
His hesitation lasted less than a breath. “Especially there.”
Then, over the fabric of her gown, his lips closed around her nipple. She gasped. Then, he parted her dressing gown and, with his tongue, made a wet, lazy path up over her collarbone.