Breaking away from her, he glided his hand down her arm until he could lace his fingers with hers. Then he began pulling her from the room. “Not here. I don’t want to take you in a bed where another had you, where other memories reside.”

She dug in her heels. “Let me get my wrap.”

He gave her a teasing, provocative smile. “Who’s going to see?”

When he tugged, she didn’t resist, but followed him into the hallway, a small nervous giggle escaping. She covered her mouth. Never before had she wandered about nude outside of her own chambers. It was at once decadent and titillating, wicked. Breaking free of his hold, she dashed toward the corner room that the servants had prepared for him. She heard the echo of his quickening steps as he rushed after her. Darting into his chamber, she came to an abrupt halt and swung around to face him.

With purpose mirrored in his gaze, he slammed the door shut. Quickly he dragged his shirt over his head before divesting himself of his boots and the remainder of his clothing in smooth, practiced moves that had Selena’s mouth going dry. She’d seen him in the buff before. Still it was a pleasure to see him so again. And she thought if she lived to be a hundred, she’d never tire of the sight, even as a spark of reality reminded her that tonight would no doubt be the last time ever. Tomorrow they would return to London only to part ways: he to his scandalous gaming hells and she to search for another accomplice in her quest to deceive the Crown.

Presently, though, she didn’t want to consider options or speculate as to whom she might approach. She wanted only to be focused on her remaining hours with this man who caused her to experience emotions that were new to her, who brought forth her passions with the ease one pulled a book off a shelf, who had shown her she was a creature of wants, needs, and desires when it came to the flesh.

Although perhaps it was not as general as all that. Perhaps it was more specific. All her needs were related to him, for certainly she’d never looked upon another man and thought, I shall die if I do not have him.

It was his touch she craved, his body melding with hers, his hands stroking, his mouth devouring.