There was little preventing him - except, perhaps, her good senses, but she'd just admitted that his touches made her lose her wits - from tugging up her chemise and tugging off his own undergarments, but he was determined to prove stronger than even he thought he was. He let out little grunts and groans as her hands and lips wandered, but did little more than dig his fingers into the back of her silk chemise.

"I suspect all this uncertainty has us desperate for something other than just answers," he whispered into her ear, his hand moving upwards to stroke his fingers through her brown waves. "We'll have to learn to control ourselves at some point - but I don't think that point is now."

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