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He laid her down on hearth rug and knelt in front of her. He unlaced her boots and set them aside.
“May I remove your gown?” he asked reverently.
She answered by reaching for the hem of her gown and lifting it over her shoulders in one practiced wriggling movement.
He loosened her corset, lifting it over her head, and then removed her petticoats. Now she wore only a short cotton shift and the Wish Diamond at her throat, the light purple color reflected in her eyes.
His wildest fantasy come to glorious life.
She slipped her shift down her shoulders, exposing her full breasts and her dark rose-colored nipples.
He’d been trained in the art of seduction.
She had no need for training. She seduced him with every breath she took.
She did something to her hair and suddenly it was tumbling down over her shoulders, spreading in waves over the red of the rug, catching the firelight and glinting with blue black.
He rose to his feet and stood over her for a moment, drinking in the sight of her. Long, black hair and sensuous red lips. Rounded breasts and long, long limbs. Arrayed in front of the flickering fire for him.
The most beautiful sight he’d ever seen.
He didn’t touch her, not yet. Simply feasted his eyes on the swell of her breasts, on the swooping indentation of her waist. The bunched-up shift covered her only from her hips to mid-thigh.
Her gaze slid down his body. “Didn’t I tell you to drop your undergarments?”
Slowly, teasingly, he undid the buttons of his smalls.
She watched his movements with a rapt expression, her eyes half lidded and smoky.
He pushed the garment down his abdomen, past his hips, over his thick, hard cock, until he stood completely naked.
She licked her lips, staring at his cock. “Now that’s what I call a good show.”
He fell to his knees and covered her with his body. He needed to feel her soft breasts against his chest. Her hips cushioning him.
Her legs parted slightly. She lifted her hips and pressed her mound against his cock through the fabric of her shift.
He kissed her, finally allowing himself that luxury. Her lips yielding to him, tongue rising to meet him.
His hands were made to shape her waist. His thumbs brushed the under swell of her breasts.
He left her lips and found her breast.
“That was a different sort of kiss,” she said breathily. “We’ve hate-kissed, and evasive-kissed, but that was... pure seduction.”
He sucked on her nipple until she gasped. He lavished attention on her breasts, cupping them with his hands, teasing her nipples with his tongue and lips.
She urged him on by threading her fingers into his hair and pulling him closer.
He grazed his teeth over her nipple and she squirmed in his grip.
He ran his hands down her arms. She had lithe muscles beneath the satin of her skin. She wasn’t one to sit in a parlor all day. Her body had been shaped by activity—walking, climbing, archaeological excavations.
He pulled up the hem of her chemise and dipped his fingers into her wet heat and rubbed the moisture over her sex.
“How do you touch yourself, Indy? Slow and gentle?” He matched his movements to his words. “Or light and quick...”
From her responses she wanted a firmer pressure. She lifted her hips in little circles.
