When he clasped her bottom through her skirt and lifted her to press her against the hardness growing between them, Christiana breathed a little moan and curled her fingers into his hair. Heat was already pooling in her lower belly and spreading outward to answer that hardness, but he then lowered her back to the floor and broke the kiss.

“Temptress,” he growled, leaning his forehead against hers.

“Are you tempted?” she asked in a pleased whisper.

“You know I am,” he said on a humorless laugh.

“Do you mind?” she asked next, holding her breath as she waited for the answer.

“Mind that my wife tempts me to take her in the dressing room amongst the hatboxes and breeches?” he asked with amusement. “No, I don’t mind at all . But Daniel probably would if I succumbed.”

“Suzette is with him.” She slid one hand from around his shoulder and let it drift down to press against the proof of how she was affecting him. “I don’t think he would mind a short wait.”

Richard growled as she ran her hand over him through the cloth of his trousers. “Still, I should—”

His words died on a gasp as she suddenly slipped her hand inside his trousers and clasped him.

“Witch,” he breathed and oddly enough it didn’t sound like an insult. In the next moment he was kissing her again, his own hands beginning to move over her body through her gown, cupping and caressing her breasts, squeezing her behind and then dragging her skirt up to slip beneath and move over the skin of her outer leg and hip as she undid his trousers to be able to caress him more fully. Christiana had just got the last button undone and taken him in hand again when his own hand slid between her legs to press against the center of her. They groaned in unison into each other’s mouths then, the sound and vibration merely adding to their excitement.

Christiana felt the dressing table press against the backs of her thighs through her dress and realized he’d backed her up, but was taken by surprise when he removed his hand from between her legs and suddenly lifted her to sit on the spindly legged piece of furniture. His hand returned to her then, caressing and urging her legs wider so that he could move between them. When he urged her hand away, she released him and clutched at his shoulders. Richard then took himself in hand and rubbed his shaft against her teasingly and Christiana gasped and wiggled her bottom to the edge of the table, her legs wrapping around his and urging him closer.

“Witch,” he repeated, breaking their kiss, and then he clasped her bottom and pulled her even further forward on the tabletop and finally gave up his teasing to thrust himself into her.

Christiana cried out and clawed at his shoulders, her heels pressing into his behind and urging him deeper. She lifted her face to his, seeking his lips again and then kissed him desperately. Richard withdrew, and then groaned as he plunged into her again, his tongue thrusting into her mouth at the same time. She was vaguely aware of a banging sound as he moved and realized the table was moving with them and hitting the wall with each thrust, but didn’t care and simply held on as the sound became a rapid tattoo.