She reached for his shirt, pulling it from his waistband, and he hastened to help, casting the garment away before she could blink. Then she couldn’t because her gaze was transfixed on his bare chest. She splayed her hands over his flesh, her fingertips pressing into him. “A new map,” she murmured.

He cupped her head and kissed her, claiming her mouth and her utter surrender. He had that and more—everything she could offer.

She fell back, pulling her chemise up until he took over and tore the garment over her head, flinging it away. Before he could kiss her again, she touched his cheek. “I love you too, Tobias.”

“Oh, thank God.” His mouth met hers once more as he caressed her body, trailing his hands across her shoulders, down and around her breasts, pulling at her nipples until she whimpered into his mouth. Then his hand was between her legs, stroking across her sex, gently at first before becoming more insistent, his thumb and fingers finding those sweet spots that made pleasure unfurl inside her.

Desire pulsed within her, centered in her sex where he worked her flesh, driving her toward that unfathomable ecstasy. “More,” she urged him, clutching at his shoulder and his waist. She ran her hands over his bare back, glorying in the muscular terrain and anticipating more time when she could explore every peak and valley.

He settled himself between her legs, forcing them wider. His cock, hard beneath his clothing, pressed against her sex. A jolt of pleasure shot through her, the promise of what was to come.

Fiona slipped her hand between them, trying to find his buttons. He rose up and unfastened his fall. “Take them off,” she ordered. “Completely.”

“You’re still wearing your stockings.”

“Then take those off too. I’ll wait. But not long. If you dally, I’ll pleasure myself.”

“Bloody hell, Fiona. You know how to do that?”

“I’m not as accomplished as you.” She put her hand on her sex. “But I think I’ve learned a thing or two.” She rotated her fingertips over her clitoris.

“God, stop, please. I’m going to embarrass myself.” He worked to remove his breeches and smallclothes as quickly as possible. When he settled back between her legs, he put his hand over hers and pressed her finger inside her, making her gasp. “To hell with your stockings.”

He thrust her finger into her twice, three times before lifting her hand and lowering his head simultaneously so he could suck her digit into his mouth. She felt the vibration of his groan along with another pulse of need.

“Please, Tobias.” She reached between them and found his cock, closing her hand around the warm flesh.

He closed his eyes briefly. “Move your hand. Just for a moment. Please.”

She slid her palm up and down, reveling in the hard yet silken feel of him. “Like this?”

“Yes. Just like that. Faster. No, don’t. I won’t last.” His hand covered hers as he opened his eyes. “Ready?” He put the tip of his shaft to her sex.