Her breath caught. "Well, you're quite naked."
'That is true," he concurred, his eyes burning down on hers.
"And I'm not."
"That is also true." He smiled like a cat."And a pity it is."
Daphne nodded, completely without words.
"Sit up," he said softly.
She did, and seconds later her dress was whipped over her head.
"Now that," he said hoarsely, staring hungrily at her breasts, "is an improvement."
They were now kneeling across from each other on the massive four-poster bed. Daphne stared at her husband, her pulse quickening at the sight of his broad chest, rising and falling with each heavy breath. With a trembling hand, she reached out and touched him, her fingers lightly skimming over his warm skin.
Simon stopped breathing until her forefinger touched his n****e, and then his han
