It was wrong, she knew, the shiver of lust his admission sent through her. “May I?”
“Countess…”
Her title ended on a hiss as she slid a button free. He was not wearing smalls beneath, and it was a much-appreciated discovery. One more button, and he sprang free, thick and long and more beautiful than she had imagined. She took him in hand, reveling in the velvet heat as she stroked.
“You’ll unman me, if you carry on like that,” he ground out, his hand clasping hers and staying her motions.
The thought that her mere touch had such an effect on him was heady indeed. “Tell me what you want.”