Page 65 of The Viscount's Seduction
“Yes, my lady.” He put his hands up and leaned back while she pulled and yanked until the long tail of his shirt came out and she whipped it over his head.
“The cuffs,” he said, his voice muffled by fabric.
She tried finding the fastenings, and in utter frustration, ripped the fabric apart, pulled it the rest of the way off him and threw it aside.
Her breath hitched. He was not some soft lord. Muscles rippled from wide shoulders to a tapered flat waist, and in fact, he was hairy. She touched the dark hair, tracing it down the center of him to the top of his fall.
She dare not go further.
“What now, my lady?” he asked, the gleam in his eye belying the ease of his question.
“You’ve trousers left, and, and probably smalls and stockings. And boots.” She jumped off him and knelt. Her chemise was plastered to her breasts but she didn’t care. If she was to be practically naked, let him be the first to shed everything. His boots must come first. She grabbed one, twisting and pulling. “You’ve a fine bootmaker also.”
She fell back with the first boot and caught herself on the floor, her skirt riding up, making her gasp. “My stockings are gone.”
He sent her that lazy smile again. “Yes. I removed them while you were busy kissing me.”
A furious heat overtook her. She grabbed his other boot and yanked hard. “Am I being too forward, sir?”
“It’s not possible for you to be too forward with me.”
This boot came off more easily, and she went to work on his stockings, eyeing that bulge again sideways.
Curiosity had always bedeviled her. She’d seen men’s parts, when they didn’t know she was looking, but never a hard member.
If it were not possible for her to be too forward...
“Stand now, sir, and let’s have the trousers off.”
His steady gaze locked into hers sending heated shivers through her, as though her skin would melt away, leaving her bare to the bones for eyes that saw deeply, and everything.
“You wish to see me.” He stood, still watching her, and went to work unfastening his fall. “And I wish to see you. But we shall grantyourwishes first.” His fall came undone and he pushed the fabric to his hips and stopped. “Will you promise to remove your chemise?”
Her eyes must be popping with sympathy for that great hidden beast he had straining to spring out.
Heavens. Perhaps it was a mistake. Perhaps she should blow out the lights, get into bed and ruck up her skirts. Even if she couldn’t see, this great well of feeling in her would still carry on, and she’d not see the beastly thing enter her. She’d not fear the pain so much, and thus it would hurt less. She’d not squeal like a mare being mounted.
Before she could stop him, Bakeley had her in his arms. “Close your eyes, Sirena.”
“Why?” She breathed the word into his shoulder.
“So I may strip off my trousers.”
“You could blow out the lamp.”
“But then I would not seeyou.”
He meant to see her naked, but for her to not see him. She pushed away and propped her hands on her hips. “I’ll not close them.”
His lips twisted in a grin, and as he stripped, his member sprang out at her.
God’s bones, how was she to manage that?
He scooped her up and carried her to the bed, flopping her down none too gently and crawling up to kneel next to her. She could not take her eyes offhim, even as he stretched out next to her and propped his head upon his hand.
He trailed a finger across her breasts, sending ripples through her. “Has anyone explained to you how this works?”
“Of course I know how it works. I grew up in the country. I’ve seen horses, cows, dogs, chickens—”
