unbutton his jacket. The faster his clothes were off, the faster he could get her out of her gown. What would she look like in just her chemise? Was her chemise plain or did it have frills? Was it thin enough that he would be able to make out the shade of her nipples through the cloth?
Katrina made a sound resembling a squeak. ‘What are you doing?’
Looking down, Julian noticed his navy tail coat was open and his fingers were already unbuttoning his waistcoat. ‘Undressing.’ Flashing her a devilish grin, he arched his brow. ‘I suggest you do the same.’
‘In the hallway?’
Yes, her voice had definitely squeaked. She was still backing away from him, although her pace had slowed considerably.
‘What if someone should see us?’
‘News of our early departure will have reached the servants by now. I’m sure they know enough to stay away. Take your hair down.’
She hesitated.
‘Take it down,’ he repeated, undoing the knot of his neckcloth.
He froze as silken strands fell to her shoulders and down her back. Just like that day in Richmond, urgency drove Julian. In two strides his body was pressed against her. His hands were in her hair and he was kissing her—claiming her—exploring her mouth. She tasted like champagne and...Katrina.
She tasted like heaven.
He might have groaned, or maybe it was Katrina.
Pins fell from her hands, scattering silently on the rug. Her fingers twisted in the linen of his cravat, which now hung around his neck like a scarf. She was pulling the cloth towards her, and Julian could not have moved his head away from her even if he’d wanted to. She kissed him back hungrily, her lips dancing with his.
Julian pushed her up against the closest door. If he didn’t turn the knob soon he might very well be lifting Katrina’s skirts at any moment to taste her. Soft, warm hands found their way under the collar of his shirt, and she ran her palms against the hot skin near his collarbone. He cupped her breasts. They were a little less than a handful, and they were perfect. Her smooth skin tasted salty against his tongue. She moaned, and his breeches grew even tighter.
He kissed her again, needing to sink himself into her warmth. He turned the door handle and they stumbled into the room. There was just enough common sense left in him that he remembered to kick the door shut behind them.
Almost immediately Katrina pushed off his tail coat and her fingers fumbled to unbutton his waistcoat. ‘I want to be closer to you,’ she murmured between kisses.
He was painfully hard. He needed to slow things down or it would be over much too quickly.
Breaking the kiss, Julian tugged his shirt over his head. Katrina’s eyes widened. Her graceful fingers skimmed across his chest. His heartbeat quickened..
Leaving their wedding breakfast early had been a brilliant idea!
* * *
They might have been in a closet for all Katrina knew. Her entire focus was on the man making her tremble all over. His rounded shoulders were broad, and his chest had a light dusting of hair. Wondering at the feel of him, Katrina trailed her fingers across his chest to the thin line that led to the band of his breeches. There was a distinct bulge in the fabric. She traced her fingers over it and discovered it was thick and very hard.
His body shivered. She met his intense gaze and Julian gave a hard swallow.
‘Need to see you,’ he rasped, and he motioned for her to turn around.
It felt so good to finally be able to touch him that Katrina just continued exploring the contours of that bulge.
Throwing his head back, he groaned, and then grabbed her wrist. ‘Turn around.’
This time she turned her back to him. Within no time he had unbuttoned her dress and helped her step out of the delicate creation. He pulled slowly on the ribbon of her corset. The confining fabric loosened, and then it too was on the floor, followed by her petticoat.
His gaze travelled over her body and settled on her breasts. The longer he looked at them, the tighter her breasts felt. It was as if her skin was too small for her body. Julian’s raised his right hand and his fingers grazed over the swell of her breast. Then he rubbed his thumb back and forth over her nipple. It strained against his finger and began to ache. It was becoming difficult to breathe, and Katrina tried to pull air into her lungs.
His fingers slipped under the silk ribbons at her shoulder. ‘You look lovely.’
The idea that he liked her in such a flimsy garment made Katrina smile. Slowly he untied the ribbons at each shoulder and it slid down her body. He ran his tongue across his teeth and then dropped his head, rubbing his brow.
Her smile faltered. ‘Is something wrong?’
Shaking his head, Julian met her gaze. ‘I’m trying to convince myself that I should lay you down before I taste you.’
She hesitated as she tried to understand why they couldn’t continue to kiss while standing up. But before she came to any conclusions he’d lifted her into his arms. The next thing she knew, she was lying naked on a bed in her stockings. Julian slid her shoes off and tossed them over his shoulder. Kneeling at her feet, he let his gaze burn a trail over her body. When their eyes met, Katrina’s stomach flipped and her body tingled with restless energy.
‘Do you trust me?’ he asked, running his fingers along the inside of her calf.
She nodded, uncertain as to why he was asking. When he parted her legs and crawled between them she almost asked him. But before she could, Julian had lowered his head and slowly slid his tongue between her thighs.
Katrina almost jumped off the bed. He was still watching her while he tasted her again. There was no way to describe what he was doing. She had licked honey off her fingers in the same way he was licking her now. Katrina didn’t want to think about what he was doing, she just knew that what he was doing felt so very good.
When he slowly slid his finger inside her she tried to scamper up the bed. With his free hand he held her down. He moved his hand faster, and her legs trembled uncontrollably.
‘Don’t be frightened, Kat, just relax.’
That was easy for him to say. Every nerve in his body wasn’t being pulled into a tight mess. He lowered his lips to join his finger and she shattered into a million pieces.
When she could think clearly, she realised that Julian’s lips were brushing against her neck. The weight of his warm body was comforting, and his heavy breathing was blowing warm air against her hot skin.
‘What happened?’ she managed to ask, confident he would be able to offer an explanation.
Julian brushed his nose against her neck. ‘Your body let me know that it liked what I was doing to you very much.’
After kissing her several times, he pulled himself up and sat at the edge of the bed, taking off his shoes and stockings. Needing to watch his every movement, Katrina rolled to her side and propped her head in her hand.
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