But it wasn’t enough. She needed to feel him against her, his sex pressing into hers. Pushing him back onto the bed, she climbed over him, straddling his hips. She hiked her skirts and sank her pelvis onto his. The ridge of his cock stroked her, and she renewed their kiss, her lips and tongue desperate to memorize every part of him.

He gripped her hips with both hands and arched up into her. She’d never come like this, but wondered if she might. No, it could never be that easy. Could it?

She reached down to pull his shirt from the waistband of his breeches. He helped her get the garment over his head, and this time, she paid no mind what happened to it. The gorgeous expanse of his chest was far too distracting. It commanded her full attention.

Running her hands over him from shoulders to nipples to lower belly, she skimmed her fingertips along his muscles. Unsurprisingly, he was splendidly formed. She almost thought it a shame that no woman had experienced this before. But then she felt a surge of joy that it was all for her.

“Has anyone ever touched you like this?” She looked into his slitted eyes.

“No,” he rasped.

She reached lower, stroking her fingers over his cock through his breeches. “What about here?”

“The only person who’s ever touched that is me.”

“Do you pleasure yourself?”

“More in the past several days than ever before,” he said wryly, grimacing slightly.

Another absurd burst of pride and pleasure surged through her. She moved her hand and ground down against him, reveling in the sensation of him rubbing her. “This is what we’re going to do,” she said, bracing her hands on his chest. “Without clothing.”

“Can we get to the no-clothing part? I want to see you. How does your gown work?”

“I dressed for ease of removal.” She continued to move against him, undulating her hips in slow, measured rotations. Lifting her hands to her bodice, she unfastened each side and dropped the front. Then she reached behind herself and loosened the tie at her waist.

He helped her pull the garment over her head. Again, she tossed it away without concern. Despite the cold, she’d gone without a petticoat, though she’d brought a thick one to wear on the walk back to Threadbury Hall tomorrow. Her corset was light, but before she could loosen the laces in the front, he was already at work. It soon joined her gown.

She started to pull up her chemise, but he shook his head. “Wait. I want to look at you. To touch you.” He traced his fingertips along the upper curve of her breasts. He lifted his gaze to hers. “Is this all right?”