“I have had some experience swallowing swords. But I’d like to watch you undress.”
Matthew jerked his head back, but his sly smile suggested he was more than game. “As the saying goes, one good turn deserves another. I’m more than happy to go first.”
Excitement bubbled in her belly. “It will be interesting to see if the reality lives up to what I imagined.” There was an arrogance to her tone that was so unlike her, but it served her purpose.
“Minx. Be sure to tell me if you like what you see.” He took three steps back. Grabbing the hem of his shirt, he crossed his arms over his chest and pulled the garment over his head.
Priscilla covered her mouth with her hand for fear of drooling. He stood before her, blindingly handsome. Broad shoulders gave way to well-defined arms. Small, dark nipples peaked under the heat of her gaze. Her fingers tingled to touch the ebony hair gracing his muscular chest.
“Now the breeches,” she said though the lump in her throat made it almost impossible to breathe. Muscles she didn’t even know she had clenched at the prospect of joining with him.
With his confident gaze locked on hers, he undid the buttons, pushed the breeches slowly down over his hips to reveal his erection. “As you can see, I am rather excited about the prospect of sharing your bed.” His manhood was as solid and impressive as she’d witnessed in the confines of the carriage.
Priscilla’s mouth felt dry. “Turn around.”
“What, you’re more curious to see my backside than my manhood?” His regal stance emphasised his powerful thighs and slim hips. Lord, she wanted to study every inch of him.
“I’ve surveyed that part of your anatomy from close quarters.” And she would gladly do so again.
A mischievous smile formed on his lips. “Would you care to carry out another examination? I would be more than willing to act as patient.”
“Turn around.” Incorrigible didn’t even begin to define Matthew Chandler.
He bowed, held his hands up and turned to face the wall. “Feast your eyes, for soon it will be my turn.”
Despite finding amusement in their game, her body ached to join with him. Indeed, she couldn’t wait a moment longer. “Is there a part of your body that isn’t muscular?”
“I’m afraid I’m a little out of shape. But an hour of vigorous exercise and I believe you’ll be more than impressed with the results. Now, can—”
“Wait. Don’t turn around yet,” she said, the sound of her voice disguising the fact that she’d dragged her nightgown over her head. “Give me a few more seconds.” She pulled the pins from her hair and shook out the curls. “I’d just like to touch you if I may.”
“I’m all yours, love. You may do what you wish.”
Lust banished all nerves. Naked, she stepped forward. Her breasts felt heavy, her erect nipples ached. Just walking teased the sensitive spot between her legs. She touched his buttocks, ran her hands up over his back.
“Your skin is softer than I imagined.” Stepping up on tiptoes, she pressed her lips to his shoulder.
A pleasurable moan filled the air. “God, Priscilla, you know how to tease a man. Do you intend to torture me much longer?”
Suppressing a chuckle, she slid her arms around his waist, hugged him tight so that her breasts were squashed against his back. “I’ve longed to feel the warmth of your skin.”
“Bloody hell. You’re naked.”
A wide grin formed. “I thought that was the idea.”
Chapter 17
With a sudden sense of urgency, Matthew stepped out of Priscilla’s embrace and swung around to face her.
Mere days ago he’d told himself one woman’s body was the same as ano
ther. After observing the naked physique of many courtesans and mistresses, the female form no longer sent the blood rushing through his veins. Indifferent was perhaps the best word to describe his response.
So why did his cock throb at the sight of his wife’s porcelain skin?
Why did one glance of her soft round breasts render him mute?
Damn, his blood was pumping so fast he struggled to stand. “As you’ve skipped the revealing, I believe it is my turn to touch.” His hungry gaze travelled over her luscious body. Hell, it took all the strength he possessed not ravage her senseless. “It’s my turn to experience the warmth of your skin.”