He sat carefully on the pile of blankets, his eyes on her, his face betraying no expression, but his eyes…ah yes, they spoke volumes.
She moved to face him, then turned her back. And when she bent over to pick up his boot and tug it between her legs, she heard him choke down a groan.
Prudence smiled. She had indeed made her point. She was as involved in this moment as he was.
His boots seemed to fly off his legs and his stockings followed every bit as rapidly. He was standing again before she had time to realize it, reaching for her and picking her up, putting her on the furs in front of him.
“Lie down, Pru. Lie down for me.”
She obeyed, loving the heat of him between her thighs and the sensual kiss of the furs against her back.
Then he pushed her legs wide and lowered his head.
And her mindmelted.
