The way she placed her hands obviated the need for any small talk or banter. She was ready to get straight to business, it seemed, and she seemed to be drawing her next movements out very intentionally to ensure that he was just as ready as she was. He took her cues and unbuttoned her dress, then let both his eyes and his hands trail over her back as she bared it to him. She'd foregone the typical layers of chemise and corset in favor of something alluring. She had planned this — probably at least planned for this every night since they'd arrived. Under usual circumstances he didn't like to feel that he'd been found out in his attentions before he'd made the move to seal the deal — where was the fun if there was no chase? — but under the circumstances he couldn't say he blamed her for the preparation.

She was attractive, and what she was wearing at the moment highlighted it. She put his hands on her hips and he stretched his fingers down across her pelvis, enjoying the feel of lace and skin below his fingertips. He had to stoop significantly to kiss her from his angle, but he met her lips when she tilted her face up towards his. He did wonder vaguely how this was going to work when they moved on from foreplay, since she seemed to have passed over the bed. He might have to lift her in order to get the angle right — or push her up against the wall. Either were feasible.

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