“Ah, that makes sense. Shall I call someone for assistance? I know Joan isna here yet, but I am certain another maid can help ye with what ye need.”
She shook her head. “That willna do. Just like we need to share the room, how do ye think it would look if ye send someone up to help me undress? On our wedding night?”
He chuckled. “I suppose ye are right. What shall we do then?”
She turned, giving him her back, and swept her hair to the front. “If ye could undo the buttons, I can take care of the rest.”
For a moment, he was frozen in his spot. “Right.” He approached her and with shaky fingers began releasing the buttons. With each button, more of her back was exposed to him. He wanted to run his tongue down her spine. His body roared to life. Her smell was divine and he inhaled deeply, like he wanted to have her assaulting all his senses. Pale, soft skin was uncovered in front of his eyes and he had to bite back a moan. The urge to pull her against him, to nuzzle her neck. To spin her around and bare her breasts to him was strong.
But he was a man of his word. As he undid the last of the buttons, which were very near to her buttocks, it took all of his strength not to squeeze the globes of her arse in his hands. He stepped back. “That should suffice. Whilst ye finish, I will just face the wall over here.” He pointed to the other side of the room. “Ye can let me know when ye are set.”
Stiffly, he walked over to the fireplace and stared into the flames.
Flames that matched his desire.
