If there was awkwardness in the way they moved from the chair to the fur rug before the fire, she didn’t notice, caught up in his mouth. He was holding her breathless, but she didn’t care — she had missed him more than air. Reaching up to brush her fingertips down his face, she smiled softly, skirts awry about her slender legs. “My brave, bold lord,” she murmured.
He curled his hands around her hips, keeping his lips pressed against hers for a moment longer, before a wide grin tugged at his lips as a result of her comment. “I’ll show you how bold I am,” he chuckled breathlessly and began to tug up her skirts, trying to remove as much clothing as he could of hers whilst simultaneously keeping their bodies pressed together. “I missed you so much…”
She didn’t even try to take the dress off, merely pulling up handsful of the skirts around her waist until her legs lay bare to his gaze. Then she reached for the fastenings of his trousers, dragging his shirt up to plane her hands over his skin. “So much,” she echoed.