Jane’s throat went dry. All she could do was stare at the wide expanse of chest above her. Then he pulled her into his arms. His hands pushed into her hair and savagely tore out the pins. She didn’t even feel the slight pain.

His mouth was on hers, mastering her. His groin pushed against her most intimate spot. He was hot and hard and heavy, reaching for her. She pressed her lips together and looked up at him. “I want to see all of you.”

His smile was downright sinful. He rolled onto his back, undid the buttons under the fall of his breeches, and used both hands to pull them over his hips. The garment was gone in one quick movement, tossed to the end of the bed.

Jane’s gaze scoured him. He lay with his hands crossed under his head, entirely nude. “Look all you like,” he said in a teasing voice Jane found irresistible.

So look, she did.

The man was stunning. His broad shoulders and wide muscled chest tapered down into the flat plane of his abdomen and then …

His member looked enormous. Far too big to … fit, but she’d worry about that later. For now, she was preoccupied staring at her husband’s unbearably handsome body. Her husband. His legs were long and muscled. The was another scar at the top of his right leg. Amazing that he walked without a limp. She wanted to touch it. To kiss it. Her brave, strong Garrett. Her gaze trailed off at his ankles and his feet. He even had beautiful feet.

Levering up on one elbow, he pulled her spectacles from her face and placed them back on the table.

She sighed. “I suppose you’re going to want to see me now.”

He snorted. “God, Jane. You make me laugh. I love that about you.”

Jane shrugged. “Mama says gentlemen are rarely interested in ladies who are humorous.”

“With all due respect, your mother is wrong.”

“That’s what I said.” Jane pushed herself to her knees. “So is that a yes? You do want to see me naked?”

He grinned and quirked a brow. “If it’s not too much trouble.”

With shaking hands, she gathered her chemise in both fists near her knees and slowly pulled it up.

Garrett’s eyes turned a mossy green.

She pulled the garment over her head and tossed it aside, shivering as the cool air found her naked flesh.

He moved up to sit beside her, his eyes focused on her breasts. “Jane, you are … magnificent.”

Magnificent? She closed her eyes and smiled to herself. That was a promising start.

He leaned over her and followed her down. His mouth finding hers, his sleek, warm tongue sliding against hers.

“Can I touch you, Garrett?”

“All you like,” he whispered into her hair.