"Y-yes," she managed, gasping as his thumbs rasped her distended n*****s. She'd never realized those rosy bits of flesh could be so sensitive. Her eyes squeezed closed as streaks of sensation shot from there to her womb. Then he pinched one taut bud lightly and her knees buckled entirely.
"You are so beautifully responsive," he said as he caught her up in his arms and carried her to the bed.
She laid her cheek against his chest, where it rasped against the fine wool of his coat. "You still have all your clothes on."
"Shall I rectify that?" After setting her down on the sheets, he stepped back from the bed and Augusta leaned up on her elbows to watch while he shrugged out of his navy blue coat and untied his snowy white neckcloth, setting both aside on a chair. He'd left his boots in the
