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upper body, stripped bare. He was a fighter, a sportsman, and she was utterly
spellbound by the splendor of his masculine form.
    “Before we begin, is there anything at all that you
require?” he asked, climbing onto the bed on all fours, like a black panther in
the dark.
    “I have everything I could possibly desire,” she replied.
    Reaching out, she cupped his face in her hands, and he
came down for another hot, wet, soul-reaching kiss. Charlotte spread her legs
wide and wrapped them around his slender hips. She kissed him deeply, thrusting
her body freely, without inhibition, for this was a fantasy she intended to
live out to the fullest. He was so deliciously enticing and so very male in
every way, she thought, as he ran his hands up and down and over her body.
    He fisted a hand in the fabric of her skirts and tugged
them upwards. In very short order, he found the entrance to her
womanhood—that private, sizzling place between her thighs that was at the
very heart of her arousal. She writhed with yearning. The wickedness of this
encounter intensified the pleasure when his finger slipped into the slick
opening of her womanhood.
    He stroked her, in and out, while keeping his eyes fixed
on hers the entire time. The pleasure of his touch was so intense, all the
muscles in her body melted into hot pools of liquid fire. She let out a small
moan and then a gasp, while his big hand fondled her.
    “You can tell, can’t you...?” she asked.
    “Tell what?”
    “That I am not a virgin.” She wanted to admit it. She
wanted him to know he need not be overly gentle.
    “Yes.”
    Her eyes fluttered closed at the flood of erotic
sensation. “It’s been a long time,” she explained, “since I’ve been with a
man.” Then his finger slid into her again—slow, deep, and long. “But
that’s enough talk.”
    “Not yet,” he whispered in her ear. “Tell me what you want
first.”
    That titillating, husky voice swept over her like velvet.
“I just want you .”
    It was far too romantic a response, when clearly this was
intended to be a casual sexual encounter.
    He drew back slightly and looked down at her in the
candlelight.
    “Was that not specific enough?” she asked, and was
strangely relieved when the corner of his mouth curled up in a small grin.
“Have I amused you?”
    “A little.” He removed his hand from her womanhood and
swiveled his hips in small circles to rub up against her pelvic bone.
    “Perhaps I should have been more specific when posing the
question,” he said.
    She ran her fingertips up and down the smooth corded
muscles of his back, then over his firm buttocks. “Ask another, then.”
    “All right.” Still braced above her, he said, “Fast or slow?”
    “Both.”
    “Foreplay? Or straight to the main course?”
    “Foreplay, please.”
    He grinned again. “Naked or partially clothed?”
    “Naked.”
    He paused for a long moment, then swiveled his hips again.
“How long can you stay?”
    “’Til dawn,” she replied. “Not a moment longer.”
    “Then we have all night.” She felt his erection push
against her, and every ounce of her being ached to feel his whole body, his
bare flesh, hot and damp upon her skin.
    “Take this off,” he said, running a hand over her bodice,
then sitting back on his heels to watch her unfasten the buttons at the front.
    She sat up and shrugged out of it, then unhooked the front
fastenings on her whalebone corset.
    With careful forethought at home, Charlotte had
intentionally selected articles of clothing that would not require a
maid’s—or a gentleman’s—assistance. Nothing she wore laced or
buttoned at the back.
    Tossing the corset carelessly to the floor, she pulled her
light cotton chemise over her head, and with breasts bared, leaned back on her
elbows to stare up at him.
    His gaze roamed from one breast to the other, and she felt
her nipples tingle and tighten, as if he had licked them with his tongue.
    “Now the skirts,” he said.