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walked around the bed posts, his eyes drilling her with such intensity that the trembling increased in her knees until she felt she'd fall to the carpet without support. She reached blindly for the bed post. She and Thomas stood mere feet apart, staring with grim determination at one another like opponents on a battlefield.
    "If you truly want me to leave," Thomas began trilling the r's in his words with a soft Irish lilt, "if you truly don't want me here –in your private bed chamber with the maid mere feet away from us – " He grinned broadly. "Then I'll go."
    He inched closer. "But I don't think that's what you want, m'lady – Chastity – " He amended with a wry smile. "I dinna think that's what you want at all."
    She couldn't think, couldn't scream. She couldn't do any one of the half dozen things that would bring a bevy of servants to her aid.
    "I think you need a bit of persuasion," Thomas said reflectively. He pulled the braces off his shoulders, slowly, deliberately, one at a time. They dangled at his sides like the tails of lost kites. "A bit of ... enticement, as it were."
    He unbuttoned the few buttons at his neck and drew the worn cotton shirt over his head. It dropped carelessly to the floor. He wore an undershirt that covered almost nothing of his broad chest, browned by the sun. Dark hair curled up from beneath the neck to the sturdy column of his throat. She saw now that dark hair covered his forearms and underarms.
    Charring was nearly hairless, she remembered irrelevantly, and she found the ... foliage of Thomas' body almost erotic.
    He crossed his arms across his chest and took a combative stance. "Shall I continue?" He used the gentleman's voice, now. "Shall I remove further garments, my lady, or have you seen quite enough?"
    He certainly didn't sound like a callow youth, she thought churlishly.
    He nodded. "I'll take silence for assent."
    Tantalizingly, he opened each button of his trousers, slowly wriggled his hips, and allowed them to fall to his feet. Chastity noticed his feet were unshod. He must have removed his shoes before he entered the room.
    She narrowed her eyes and stared hard at his stocking feet. "What a clever sneak you are, Thomas." The words gave her courage. She released the bed post and allowed the covers to fall from her clenched fist. She was covered with her nightgown of fine lawn, but she felt her nipples tightened and push against the bodice of the transparent material.
    "Yes," he murmured, and she heard a rough hitch to his voice that was not there before. "I'm a terrible sneak." He hooked his thumbs beneath his undershirt. "And a terrible profligate." He pulled the garment over his head and discarded it. "And a terribly persistent seducer."
    The beauty of his body took her breath away. She inhaled the look of him, the span of shoulders, the muscled arms, the tight ribcage. He looked like a Michelangelo statue cast in bronze. Smooth, but rough. Satiny, but rippled.
    "Do you like what you see?" His voice was soft, taunting. "Would you like more?"
    The word erupted unbidden from her lax mouth. "Yes."
    He slipped his fingers beneath his drawers and pulled them slowly down, down. First the flat, smooth abdomen, then the narrow furrow of hair that trailed from navel to – yes, to there – the thick patch of hair surrounding him. That part of him, that so very male part of him sprang forth like a rhinoceros ready to impale its prey.
    She gasped aloud. She'd never seen Charring's anatomy – not thighs nor chest nor – she allowed herself to think the word: penis.
    "It's no so verra frightening, is it, m'lady?"
    "It – it's a bit – overwhelming."
    Thomas frowned. "But you've lain with your husband. Surely ... " He let the question trail off while she fumbled for an answer, her heart thundering like a herd of wild horses.
    She straightened her spine. "I'm not a virgin if that is what you imply, Thomas," she said sternly. "I am, after all, a married woman – of some age, I might