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his eyes. “I wasn’t expecting you to be so
forward.”
    He looked
mortified. She wrapped her arms around his neck and shuffled closer
to him on his lap. The mortified look disappeared along with any
sign of nerves. His gaze fell to her lips. Leaning over, she kissed
him slow and soft, her lips barely touching his with each movement.
His breath trembled against her mouth and the hard beat of his
heart pounded against her palms when she pressed her hands against
his chest.
    Surprise
filled her when his hands claimed her waist and pulled her closer
still, until she had to twist on his lap to face him. Straddling
would have been easier, but she got the impression he’d run a mile
if she did that right now.
    Her
fingers found the collar of his shirt and she risked running them
down the open V of it. His breathing roughened and his fingertips
pressed into her side, clutching her tight. She traced patterns
against his silken hard chest and sighed into his mouth. He felt
good for a statue.
    She
couldn’t believe that she’d brought him to life again. She’d freed
him this far, she was intent on freeing him completely. If that
meant she had to love him and he her, she was willing to go that
far. She was rapidly realising that her feelings ran deeper than
she’d originally thought. There was a chance that she loved
him.
    “ Tristan?” she said, drawing back a little so she could see his
eyes. They were rich chocolate brown in the warm firelight, his
skin golden and alluring.
    “ Yes,” he husked, not taking his eyes off her mouth.
    “ Just this.” She leaned back, caught hold of his shirt, and
tugged it up.
    His eyes
widened a moment and he looked down. She didn’t stop. She pulled
his shirt up and slid her hands beneath it. His muscles tensed
below her wandering fingers and she moaned internally at the feel
of them and his warm skin.
    “ You are very forward,” he whispered.
    She
looked up at him. His eyes were closed, his lips parted. He liked
her being forward.
    “ Things are different now. Lovers get up to all kinds of stuff
that you probably think is taboo.” She pulled his shirt up higher.
He raised his arms and she smiled at how one moment he was telling
her she was forward as though he wasn’t going to do anything with
her, and the next he was going along with it.
    “ Lovers?” he said as she tossed his shirt onto the
floor.
    Her hands
recaptured the toned planes of his chest and stomach, exploring
them.
    “ Lovers,” she whispered against his lips and kissed him again,
her palms pressing into his chest.
    Before he
could touch her again, she moved backwards on his lap and bent
over, peppering his shoulders with wet open-mouthed kisses. She
licked and kissed her way over his collarbone and up his jugular to
his ear, where she sucked on his lobe and elicited a moan from him,
and then down towards his chest. She flicked his left nipple with
her tongue and then traced the shape of his pectorals with her
tongue. He tasted warm and sweet, fuelling her hunger for
him.
    Sliding
off his lap, she knelt on the floor between his feet and kissed
down his stomach. He moaned again. Out of the corner of her eye she
saw his hand grasp the arm of the chair and his knuckles whitened
with the strength of his grip. She smiled against his stomach and
kissed a little lower.
    He
shifted backwards.
    “ Wait!” he said in a strangled voice.
    She
looked up, wide eyed and innocent. He was starting to presume
things now. Perhaps people in his era had been naughtier than she’d
thought. He still didn’t strike her as the kind that had
experienced such things though.
    “ What?” she whispered up at him, her fingertips tracing
patterns on his stomach muscles.
    “ I know what you are going to do.”
    She
smiled. Every other man on the planet wouldn’t have stopped her. He
was so sweetly chivalrous.
    “ You don’t want to?” She sat back on her heels. If he didn’t,
she’d happily spend the evening kissing him instead. He