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“Are you cold?” he murmured as he worked on the tapes.
“No, just impatient.”
He felt his lips curve up. “I suppose I could just toss your skirts up, but I’d rather take my time.”
She lifted her hands to attempt to assist him with the tapes, but he swatted them away. She’d laced from the bottom up, a technique used by large-breasted women to minimize the bust, and he’d reached the top of the corset now. His knuckles brushed against her warm soft skin, and a breath shuddered out of her.
Finally, he parted the corset and pushed it down over her hips. Her linen chemise slid off one shoulder, and her nipples were hard against the thin fabric. Laurent reached down and lifted the hem of the chemise, dragging it up slowly over her knees, then her thighs, then hips until he had it over her head.
He dropped it on the floor and she stood in stockings and garters alone.
He would deal with those, but he needed a moment to catch his breath. Her body was as magnificent as her face. Her legs were long and shapely, her hips round until they dipped into a slender waist. Her breasts were large and heavy, her nipples jutting upward, just waiting for the tip of his tongue.
No wonder she tried to minimize the size of her breasts. She had not wanted to be taken for a loose woman. She had not wanted men to notice her at all because they too would have been rendered breathless by the sight of her.
“Laurent,” she whispered. Her hands rose to cover the junction of her legs, but he caught them.
“You’re beautiful,” he murmured, lifting her hands and kissing them. “So beautiful I could not move for an instant.”
“You flatter me.”
“Mon Dieu,I don’t need to flatter you. Surely you know you are perfect.”
She shook her head. “I have my flaws, like everyone else.”
“None in my eyes.” He dropped her hands, but he did not want to risk touching her yet. “Sit on the bed. Let me remove your stockings.”
She obeyed, sitting primly on the edge of the small bed. “And am I ever to see you unclothed?”
“I’d better wait to undress or this will be over all too soon.” And dear God, now he was conscious of his own flaws. He’d never before given much thought to his body. He was young and fit, but prison had taken a toll. He was thinner than he’d been before and a little paler.
He knelt before her and reached for her leg. She lifted it, sliding her foot out of her shoe and placing it on his thigh. He slid his hands up the plain stocking. The skin of her thigh, where the garter was knotted, was silky and warm. He drew the stocking down, lifting her foot. Her legs parted with the movement and he caught a glimpse of her pink core.
His cock, already at attention, pulsed, and he closed his eyes to maintain control. He felt her other stocking-clad foot slide onto his thigh. “What are you waiting for?” she asked.
“Strength?” he said on a half laugh. “The will not to embarrass myself?”
“You want me.” As she spoke, her foot slid to the hard length of him. She could not have missed the bulge, missed the evidence of how much he wanted her. Now she slid her foot over his hardness.
He caught her ankle. “Honoria...”
“I am tired of waiting. I want you too.”
The words sent a rush of fire through him, and he skated his hands up her leg, all but ripped the garter off and pulled down the stocking. Now she was completely naked—naked and wanting him.
“How much do you want me?” he asked. It was a rhetorical question, one he intended to answer for himself. He set her foot on the floor and parted her legs, brushing his hands up the inside of her calves and her thighs to reveal the pink center of her.
“What are you doing?” she asked, her voice little more than a whisper.
“I want to see all of you.” He spread her legs wider, then ran a finger over her moist center. Yes, she wanted him. The dew on his fingers was testament to her desire.
“This is...” She swallowed the words on a gasp as he slid his fingers over her outer folds and brushed over her hot channel.
“This is what?” he asked. “Tantalizing?” He circled her opening, and her eyes widened. “Torture?” One finger brushed against her small bud and she let out a cry. “Scandalous?” He dipped a finger inside her.
“Yes,” she cried, but her eyes had gone dark with pleasure.
She was wet and hot, and his cock throbbed to take the place of his finger. He did not slide deep, just enough to test her, then back out again and up over that small bud that would cause her the most pleasure.
