She smiled coyly. “I haven’t decided yet.”
She leaned down, bracing both hands on the mattress and affording him a view of her heaving breasts pushing anxiously against the fabric of her shift. Derek’s eyes riveted to that spot. Lucy put a hand to one of the sleeves, caressing her shoulder. “Perhaps this is the better choice.”
She slowly pushed the sleeve over her shoulder with the tip of one finger. Derek closed his eyes and groaned again, but only briefly. “I do like where you’re going with this.”
She stood up and ever so slowly pushed the other sleeve over the other shoulder. Then she pulled out both arms, still holding up the décolletage to cover her breasts.
Derek scrubbed a hand over his face again. “I survived Waterloo, but this is going to be the death of me.”
She wagged a finger at him. “Ah, ah, ah, Your Grace. Don’t be impatient.”
She undid the ribbons with one hand and stepped out of the garment, still holding it up in front of her where it covered her breasts and hung in a tantalizing drape between her legs. She gave him a sultry look and watched with fascinated pride as his eyes flared with lust.
“I can’t stand it anymore,” he groaned, just before he reached out and grabbed Lucy’s hand, tugging her into the bed with him with one solid movement. He grabbed her shift in both hands and ripped the garment out of her hands, tearing it apart. He tossed it on the floor in an ignominious heap. Lucy gasped against his mouth.
“I’ll buy you another. I’ll buy you a hundred others. But I have to have younow.”
She wrapped her arms around his neck. “As you wish, Your Grace.”
Derek leaned up on an elbow to get an unimpeded view of Lucy’s lush, ripe body. She was perfect, gorgeous, a man’s dream. Her breasts were round and full. He cupped them both in his hand, weighing them, feeling them, savoring them. Her hips were narrow and straight. Her thighs had the perfect bit of plumpness. Her legs creamy and long.
“God, you are gorgeous,” he breathed against her ear.
“So are you,” she said as his lips descended again to own hers.
He smiled against her mouth. Then he stopped, pulled back, stared deeply into her soul. “Your eyes, they’re so unique. I love them.”
“I’ve always thought they made me different. I didn’t like them.”
“They do make you different. But that’s what’s fascinating about them. They’re like you. Like mirrors into you. You’re different and depending on your mood, your eyes change colors. Did you know that?”
She shook her head. “No.”
“When you’re happy, they’re light.”
“And when I’m angry?” she asked with a smile.
“They turn dark and stormy.”
“Stormy?”
“Maybe not stormy.”
“Which way do you like best?”
He kissed her again. “I like the way they look right now.”
“How’s that?” she barely whispered.
“Beautiful and staring up at me. They’re luminous.”
Lucy wrapped her arms tighter around his neck and kissed him.
Derek pulled back and looked into her eyes again. Searching for any sign of fear or unhappiness. “Lucy, you’ve never…”
Lucy blinked at him. Was he truly asking her if she was a virgin? “No. I’ve never.”
The look on his face was half relief and half pain. He pulled one of her hands from behind his neck and kissed her knuckles. “I don’t want to hurt you, love.”
