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His body was deliciously hard and hot, but she wanted to feel his flesh not fabric, no matter how fine. Her fingers found their way to his cravat and tugged on one end to loosen it before pulling it off with a soft hiss.

Before she could overthink her daring, she laid her palm over hot, satiny skin.

Dulverton—Gerrit, she mentally corrected—gave a low rumble of approval and pressed his chest against her hand.

The rare show of emotion emboldened her, and Katie grabbed handfuls of muslin and yanked.

Her husband’s head whipped up at the loud riiiiip.

“I—I wanted to touch you,” she explained as she met his darkened gaze.

“Raise your arms,” he said in a husky voice.

She did so and he lifted her stays over her head and then dropped the garment behind the settee. Katie gave a soft, snorting laugh at his uncharacteristically cavalier gesture.

She stopped laughing when he slid his hands under the straps of her chemise and pushed it off her shoulders and down her arms, baring her.

His breathing roughened as he cupped one of her breasts in each hand. “My God, you are beautiful.”

Katie should have been embarrassed to be naked from the waist up, straddling his thighs, but she preened beneath his carnal stare. He stroked his thumb over her nipples. She gasped and arched her back, her body begging for more.

Her hands had been lying limply on his chest since he’d pushed down her chemise, but Katie moved them now and lightly thumbed his nipples the way he was touching hers, teasing the little disks into taut nubs.

His eyelids fluttered and his jaw flexed.

“Does that feel good?” she asked breathlessly.

“Yes, it does. Too good. You will make me spend in my breeches.”

She laughed, joyful that they were, once again, doing the only thing they seemed to do well together.

“You like the thought of making me shame myself, do you?”

“Yes,” she admitted.

He growled and lifted his hips off the settee, raising them both in the process. He held her steady with one hand and tore open his fall with the other. When his erection sprang free, he wrapped his hand around his thick shaft and stroked himself as he lowered them both to the settee. “Up higher,” he ordered.

Katie rose up onto her knees and he pushed his hand under the bunched fabric of her gown and cupped her sex, sliding his middle finger inside her while his other hand continued to stroke.

She moaned at the sudden invasion, tipping forward and gripping his shoulders to keep from sliding off his lap into a boneless heap.

“So tight for me,” he murmured, working her in slow, rhythmic thrusts. “Yes, like that,” he said a moment later, making her realize she was moving her hips, meeting his thrusts.

Her eyelids fluttered shut and she gave herself up to the erotic stretch of his fingers and almost too-sensitive rasp of his thumb as he teased her bud. Need ran rampant through her body, knotting her muscles tighter and tighter, until Katie cried out.

His hand stilled as her climax gripped her, her inner muscles spasming around his fingers with each wave of pleasure, over and over, until she was sapped of strength and slumped limply toward him.

His hand gripped her waist while his mouth pressed against her temple and his free hand pressed his thick crown against her entrance. “I need to be inside you.”

Katie nodded weakly and hissed as he slowly pushed inside her, the carnal stretch intensifying the echoes of her orgasm.

She clung to his bare chest with a contented sigh as he held her still and full. There was a tiny nipple right in front of her nose, so she closed her lips around it without thinking.

Gerrit shuddered. “God, yes. Suck me, Kathryn.”

His crude command sliced through the haze of pleasure like a razor, and she sucked, nipped, and nibbled one rough pebble and then the other while his muscular torso tensed beneath her. Who would have believed his rock-hard body was so sensitive?

“Are you trying to kill me?” he groaned, making her smile against the damp, sensitive skin.