Her sex fluttered with want, a sensation she never felt this early in an encounter. It typically required work to arouse her to this level. With Gregory, it was effortless. He had only to look at her, to be close—and not even that close. She was fairly certain he could be on the opposite side of the room, and she would want him just as fiercely.

Perhaps, then, they should get to it.

“Do you want to eat?” she asked, her voice suddenly husky.

“Do you?”

She considered making a ribald jest, but didn’t want to have to explain it. “No. Gregory, how much do you know about what’s to happen?” She knew he could kiss, but what else could he do? What else had he done?

“If you’re asking whether I am aware of the mechanics, I am. It’s hard not to notice animal behavior if you spend any time outside on an estate.”

She thought about that a moment. “Do you think…that is, are you expecting to enter me from behind?”

“No. I mean, I’m aware it’s typical for the gentleman to be on top. However, I also know that I could take you from behind. If you wanted that.”

God, she wanted that and everything else. Right this second.

She’d never craved specific acts. She knew better than to expect anything. Her job was to see to her employer’s pleasure, not her own. Granted, some of them took that into great account, notably Lucien, but it was still transactional.

“I do have an idea for tonight, but it’s neither of those things.” She’d thought to ride him so that she could show him how to set the pace, as well as how to control things. However, she began to wonder if she would actually need to teach him that. He exuded sensual confidence. And here she was, a quivering mess of tension.

He held up his hands and smiled. “I am at your command. I am rather desperate to touch you, though, so I do hope your commands will come soon.”

That made her laugh—short and light, a release of stress that calmed her somewhat. “Take off your boots. If you’re warm enough now.”

“I am.” He left her, and she wished she’d kissed him before he’d gone.

She watched as he sat on the edge of the bed and removed his boots. His feet were rather large, but that made sense because he was tall. Usually, large feet indicated a large cock, but not always. In any case, size wasn’t the indicator of pleasure or skill that many thought it was.

“What’s next?” he asked.

“Your coat.” When he’d removed the garment, she moved to take it from him. There were more hooks on the wall on that side of the bed. She hung it there, then moved to stand before him.