She lifted her gaze to his once more. He saw naked desire in their depths, and it stole his breath.

They stood like that for a long moment during which Gregory’s cock went completely hard. He licked his lips, for his mouth was suddenly dry.

“I’m actually quite warm,” he murmured. “I should probably go.”

She let go of his hands and slid hers inside his coat, running her palms up his shirtfront. “Or you could stay.” She pushed the greatcoat off his shoulders. All he had to do was twitch his arms to make it fall to the floor.

“You want me to stay?” As soon as he said it, he regretted the words. Why question what he wanted more than anything?

“Yes.” She brought her hands up to the sides of his neck and brushed her lips against his. “I want you to stay. Here. With me. In my bed. And not to sleep.”

Surprise flickered across Gregory’s face before he clasped her waist and kissed her, long and slow. Evie tugged his shirt from his breeches, desperate to feel him. Why had she denied herself—and him—this pleasure?

He backed away, and she thought he meant to leave. But he only moved to sit on the bed so he could remove his boots.

Evie stepped between his legs and stripped his stockings away, baring his feet. She ran her hands up the insides of his calves, her gaze on the rigid shaft visible just beneath his breeches. He pulled at the fasteners on her dressing gown, opening the front. She shrugged it off, letting it pool to the floor as she kicked her slippers off.

Pushing him back, she worked the buttons of his fall until they were all free. She slid her hands beneath him and pulled the breeches down his hips. He wriggled, helping her tug them free. The hem of his shirt drifted down to shield his cock. Evie gripped the hem in one hand and encircled him with the other just before she lowered her mouth to the tip.

Gregory gripped her head, his fingers tangling in her hair, loosening the ribbon that held it to the side. He lifted the mass and held it at the back of her nape, as she moved her mouth over him.

“Evie.” He moaned her name over and over as she swallowed him to the back of her throat, her tongue gliding along the underside of his shaft. She held his balls, fondling the sac, then stroking her finger along the flesh beneath them.

He arched up, spearing into her mouth with eager thrusts. She wanted to finish him like this, to feel him spend himself into her. They’d done that once before, and it had been glorious, like nothing she’d ever experienced. He’d said the same thing.