At least undressed enough.
Predictably, he chuckled. 'Be my guest.' Flinging both arms wide, he lay back And grinned.
Catriona narrowed her eyes at him and tugged his cravat free. She flung it over the end of the bed, then, kneeling beside him, grabbed the lapel of his coat. No matter how she tugged, she couldn't get it even close to his shoulder. Exasperated she sat back, and noticed that his chest was quaking, even though his expression remained guileless.
She glared at him. 'If you don't help me undress you, I'll leave.'
Laughing softly, he rolled onto one shoulder, then sat up. 'It's impossible to get a well-cut coat off me without my help.'
Catriona humphed. She watched as he shrugged the coat off and sent it to join his cravat. Impelled by she knew not what, she reached out and ran her hands over his chest, pressing aside his waistcoat to explore the wide expanse. Beneath her questing hands, muscles shifted, rippled, then set. He caught her wrists and yanked her to him, then bent his head and kissed her.
She sank into his embrace, felt the heat surround her, rise within her, lick tantalizingly up her spine as he gathered her closer. With a mind of their own, her fingers quickly undid the buttons of his shirt, then slid inside, spreading wide over warm tight skin, over ridged muscles, hard bands of hair-dusted flesh.
He broke from the kiss with a soft curse. From beneath her lashes, she saw him fight free of both waistcoat and shirt and fling them aside. She also saw one hand drop to his waistband, undoing the buttons there. Closing her eyes quickly, she reached for him, relieved when he captured her lips with his and kissed her witless.
He shifted, coming up on his knees and guiding her back, down onto the bed. She sank back obediently, eyes closed, silently willing him to be quick.
His weight shifted on the bed; she heard the dull thwacks as his shoes, then his trousers hit the floor. She kept her eyes tight shut-she definitely wasn't going to look. Then she felt him beside her; he leaned over her, and his lips covered hers.
He kissed her deeply, commandingly-more intimately than before. He took her mouth as if she'd offered herself; in a way, she supposed she had. The claiming was complete, unrestrained-as if even asleep he knew she was his. His for the taking.
And he took.
Somewhere along the line, she opened her senses, let them reach and tell her what her eyes could not. She set her hands exploring, over the smooth acres of his chest, tight and hard under her hands and roughened by crinkly hair, then over the rounded curves of his shoulders. Flexing her fingers into the steel of his upper arms, she lifted against him, driven by his kiss-he was leaning far over her, his body, hot and hard, a mere inch from hers.
He was lying beside her, his hip against hers, his body radiating heat and a sensuality that wrapped about her, about them, and shielded them from the world.
And still he kissed her, reaching deep, asking for more and taking it. Emboldened, she met his demands-and let her hands stray lower.
To his hip. Fingers reaching, she traced the wide bone, sensed the slightly different texture of his skin. And sensed the sudden hiatus in their kiss-the abrupt refocusing of his senses.
Deliberately, she let her hand fall, fingers languidly trailing over his lower stomach.
His breath hitched-he pulled back from the kiss.
Just as she found him.
Eyes still closed, she touched tentatively, surprised to find such delicate skin. And felt him quiver, then tense. Intrigued, she slowly reached farther, and wrapped her fingers around the heavy length. Every muscle he possessed locked.
The one in her hands throbbed.
Lips curving in a wicked smile, she stroked, and caressed, closed her hands and weighed, then explored farther still.
He broke and caught her hands. 'Sweet witch, you're killing me.'
The words sounded as if they'd been said through clenched teeth; she gave a wicked chuckle of her own.
Only to have him kiss her voraciously, ravenously, until her wits whirled and she lost touch with reality. Then he drew back.
'Now it's my turn.'
He swung over her, kneeling, his knees on either side of hers. Catching the hem of her nightgown, he raised it.
Eyes closed, expectation hammering in her veins, Catriona lay still and waited.
He pulled her gown up to her waist-then straight up to her shoulders, drawing her arms up, clearly intending to wrestle it from her.
Catriona gasped and came alive. Grabbing folds of the gown, she tried to wrestle it back down. He didn't need her naked to-
He chuckled, the sound even more evocative with her head wrapped in her gown, her body fully exposed. To the night, to him.
'Actually,' he drawled, 'that's an even better idea.'
The gown shifted, twisted; Catriona waited half a second, then tried to move her arms, only to find them stuck. Her head, arms and shoulders were wrapped, trapped, in her gown.
'Hmm.
The purring drawl had her biting her lip, had her tensing with expectation. An expectation fully borne out when she felt him lower his naked body upon hers. He shifted, sliding lower, his legs outside hers.
'Positively succulent.'
She felt his breath against the soft skin of her breasts and wondered what he meant.
The next instant, she arched wildly and nearly screamed as his mouth closed hotly about one nipple. He pressed open-mouthed kisses over her quivering flesh, then lovingly licked each peak to a tight bud-before torturing it with his tongue.
Catriona fought wildly-just to catch her breath. When she finally thought she'd become used to the new sensations, he suckled one nipple fiercely-she screamed and melted anew.
Luckily, the folds of her gown got into her mouth and muffled her shriek. As sanity returned, she realized his attentions hadn't faltered-she hadn't jarred him fully awake. When he suckled her other breast, she was prepared for the lightning bolt-the shocking strike of pure sensation. Her body arched, but she contained her scream.
Panting, gasping, her body afire, she waited, desperately trying to imagine what he would do next.
His lips drifted lower, leaving trails of fire down her body, over her waist. He pressed hot kisses to her stomach; she tensed, then relaxed as the trails continued down her thighs, first one, then the other.
Then he shifted, moving back and away. Senses searching, Catriona placed him kneeling astride her calves. Then she felt his hands close about her knees and hit them, parting her thighs.
After the slightest hesitation, she let him open her; catching her breath, she waited for him to cover her.
Instead, she felt a feathery touch, then feathery kisses dotting along her inner thigh. First one, then the other.
As what he
He chuckled wickedly.
And pressed a long, hot kiss to her damp curls.
'Not yet, sweet witch.'
Then he kissed her.
And licked her. And sucked so gently she thought she would die.
Mindless, she threshed, trying to fight her way free of her nightgown; defeated, she tried to sit up-only to feel the heavy weight of his forearm across her waist press her down. Only to feel his other hand slide beneath her bottom and tilt her up. So he could savor her softness more thoroughly.
And savor her he did. Long and slow, languid and devastating, his lips and tongue wove their magic, until
