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ordered, spreading his arms and stepping between them to finish the job she’d begun of unfastening his coat.
Her hands were none too steady, either, as she stood well within the reach of his embrace. Still, she managed to get his coat open and push it down his shoulders.
His jacket followed. Anne could feel his gaze on her face, but she didn’t dare look up at him. If she did, she wouldn’t be able to pretend any longer that this was strictly for his own good.
As she started on the tight buttons of his waistcoat, one of his hands came around, and with a flick of his fingers, her heavy cloak pooled to the floor. She froze.
“I thought you might be warm,” he murmured.
Though it occurred to her to point out that the dexterity of his fingers seemed to have returned, she didn’t say anything of the sort. She opened his waistcoat, and from there it seemed necessary for her to run her hands along his cold, damp shirt. Hard muscles jumped beneath her fingers, and low heat traveled up the backs of her legs.
Anne leaned up against him, pushing the waistcoat down his arms and to the floor. Beer and oysters had never smelled so arousing. With her body pressed against his, she became aware of the hardness pushing at her through his trousers. She glanced down. “Oh my.”
Finally she lifted her face to meet his gaze. With an exhalation of breath, as though the statue he’d become had awakened, he lowered his mouth to hers in a hot, openmouthed kiss. “Anne,” he said, folding his arms around her waist, pulling her harder against him.
She closed her eyes, letting the feel of him soak into her. She kissed him back, the caress of his mouth leading her on. To where, she didn’t know, but she desperately wanted to be there—with him.
The fastenings at the back of her gown loosened beneath his fingers. Heat burned through her, quelling the tiny voice of logic that remained and told her to run as fast as her legs could carry her.
Her legs wouldn’t have gotten her very far, anyway, for she was beginning to feel very unsteady on them. The taste of him left her hot and oddly light.
Maximilian tore off his cravat one-handed, a low growl sounding in his chest. He yanked her against him, and abruptly they were on the carpeted floor, amid the growing piles of their clothes.
His hands caressed her everywhere, stealing her breath and leaving her moaning for more. He pulled his shirt off over his head and then slid the length of his lean, muscular body down her legs. Mouth and lips caressing every inch of her skin he exposed, slowly he drew her shift up.
Anne lifted her hips to help him, and his hand slid between her thighs. “Maximilian,” she groaned, the pleading in her voice surprising her. This was close to what she wanted, what she needed, and any more of this tantalizing delay was going to drive her mad.
The shift passed her waist and then her breasts, and his warm lips followed. His tongue teased at her nipples, one and then the other and back again. And she couldn’t even speak. Instead, she twined her shaking fingers into his dark hair and pulled him closer against her.
Still teasing and suckling her breasts, Maximilian twisted sideways, yanking off his boots and tossing them aside. His trousers followed.
As he moved up her body again to capture her mouth in a hot, plundering kiss, Anne was keenly aware of the heat and the hard shaft pressing against her thigh. A keen thrill of excited terror ran through her. Stopping him now, though, was out of the question. If Maximilian didn’t finish what he’d begun, she was going to die. She felt it, the craving need to be part of him, stronger than any desire she’d ever felt in her life.
Sliding his hand down her breast, past her stomach to her thigh, Maximilian tugged her legs apart. He fit himself to her body, skin to skin, hip to hip.
“Anne,” he whispered, lifting his head to look her in the eye. And then his hips shifted again and slowly pushed closer, and he
Her hands were none too steady, either, as she stood well within the reach of his embrace. Still, she managed to get his coat open and push it down his shoulders.
His jacket followed. Anne could feel his gaze on her face, but she didn’t dare look up at him. If she did, she wouldn’t be able to pretend any longer that this was strictly for his own good.
As she started on the tight buttons of his waistcoat, one of his hands came around, and with a flick of his fingers, her heavy cloak pooled to the floor. She froze.
“I thought you might be warm,” he murmured.
Though it occurred to her to point out that the dexterity of his fingers seemed to have returned, she didn’t say anything of the sort. She opened his waistcoat, and from there it seemed necessary for her to run her hands along his cold, damp shirt. Hard muscles jumped beneath her fingers, and low heat traveled up the backs of her legs.
Anne leaned up against him, pushing the waistcoat down his arms and to the floor. Beer and oysters had never smelled so arousing. With her body pressed against his, she became aware of the hardness pushing at her through his trousers. She glanced down. “Oh my.”
Finally she lifted her face to meet his gaze. With an exhalation of breath, as though the statue he’d become had awakened, he lowered his mouth to hers in a hot, openmouthed kiss. “Anne,” he said, folding his arms around her waist, pulling her harder against him.
She closed her eyes, letting the feel of him soak into her. She kissed him back, the caress of his mouth leading her on. To where, she didn’t know, but she desperately wanted to be there—with him.
The fastenings at the back of her gown loosened beneath his fingers. Heat burned through her, quelling the tiny voice of logic that remained and told her to run as fast as her legs could carry her.
Her legs wouldn’t have gotten her very far, anyway, for she was beginning to feel very unsteady on them. The taste of him left her hot and oddly light.
Maximilian tore off his cravat one-handed, a low growl sounding in his chest. He yanked her against him, and abruptly they were on the carpeted floor, amid the growing piles of their clothes.
His hands caressed her everywhere, stealing her breath and leaving her moaning for more. He pulled his shirt off over his head and then slid the length of his lean, muscular body down her legs. Mouth and lips caressing every inch of her skin he exposed, slowly he drew her shift up.
Anne lifted her hips to help him, and his hand slid between her thighs. “Maximilian,” she groaned, the pleading in her voice surprising her. This was close to what she wanted, what she needed, and any more of this tantalizing delay was going to drive her mad.
The shift passed her waist and then her breasts, and his warm lips followed. His tongue teased at her nipples, one and then the other and back again. And she couldn’t even speak. Instead, she twined her shaking fingers into his dark hair and pulled him closer against her.
Still teasing and suckling her breasts, Maximilian twisted sideways, yanking off his boots and tossing them aside. His trousers followed.
As he moved up her body again to capture her mouth in a hot, plundering kiss, Anne was keenly aware of the heat and the hard shaft pressing against her thigh. A keen thrill of excited terror ran through her. Stopping him now, though, was out of the question. If Maximilian didn’t finish what he’d begun, she was going to die. She felt it, the craving need to be part of him, stronger than any desire she’d ever felt in her life.
Sliding his hand down her breast, past her stomach to her thigh, Maximilian tugged her legs apart. He fit himself to her body, skin to skin, hip to hip.
“Anne,” he whispered, lifting his head to look her in the eye. And then his hips shifted again and slowly pushed closer, and he
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