She undid the button on his waistcoat and tugged his shirttail from his trousers.

“Hold, ma chère.” He sat down and tugged off his boots, then stood.

She had his jacket off his shoulders in an instant. Laughing softly, he yanked off his cravat and sent it sailing. The rest of his clothes soon followed.

Now naked, Robert slipped an arm about Moira’s waist and fell back upon the bed, taking her with him. He captured her lips and kissed her with abandon, delighting in her rapid breathing, flushed skin, and passion-darkened eyes. God, he loved being with a woman who enjoyed lovemaking. They had been apart for too long, and the fire between them burned too hotly for anything less than an explosive consummation.

She wriggled on him and murmured against his ear, “You feel so good.”

“As do you.” His hands roamed from her shoulders, down her back, to her waist, and then lower, cupping her against him.

She needed no more encouragement. She opened her legs, and he gasped at the intensity of the feeling as she slowly engulfed his turgid cock. She planted her hands on the mattress on either side of his head and moved urgently up and down, hot and slick.

Robert grabbed her waist, trying to slow her down. He wouldn’t last much longer if she continued so. He lifted his hips slowly, and then planted himself deeply inside her.

She threw her head back with a gasp. Her fingers dug into his shoulders as she cried his name, succumbing to deep shudders of pleasure.

Sweat beaded Robert’s forehead as he struggled for control, aching for release. When Moira slumped against him, he rolled atop of her, never breaking contact. Her legs locked behind the small of his back, and Robert began to move inside her, his gaze locked on her face. Her eyes were closed, ecstasy written on her lovely features as she moved with him, rocking her hips up to meet his thrusts. Her creamy skin was flushed, her lips swollen from his kisses. Every delicious inch of her belonged to him.

The intoxicating thought urged him on. Faster and faster he went, Moira’s lips parting, her breath quickening. His heart thundered, his body damp as he drove into her again and again.

She suddenly arched under him, clutching his shoulders as she gasped his name, and Robert shuddered as a wave of heat tore through him. At the last second, he lifted himself free and rolled away as his passion spilled.

The mind-numbing pleasure left him gasping for breath. Moira lay on her back next to him, her palm on his chest. He realized one of his hands rested on her thigh, which quivered beneath his fingers.

Moira sighed deeply. “That was long overdue, my love.”

“Yes.”

They lay there as their breathing and their bodies slowly returned to normal. Robert couldn’t think of a moment when he’d felt more sated. The sun warmed them pleasantly as the comforting sounds of dishes being set out in the common room below drifted into their room. Moira’s lavender scent soothed him and he realized that if not for his concern for Rowena it would be easy to stay here and forget the world.