His words made her press herself closer, kissing him harder. “Show me,” she murmured, between kisses, “prove with me how much … ” She bit at his lip, gasping in ragged breaths between each collision of their mouths.
A low, anguished moan was torn from his throat as he crushed her smaller body against his, reaching to fumble with the fastenings on her dress. “H-have we got privacy here?” he rasped out and slipped his tongue into her mouth briefly, chest heaving. “Only, I thought about taking you in front of the fireplace?”
She didn’t even try to resist, knees crumpling and virtually climbing into his lap. “No one will disturb us,” she managed, before shuddering against him at his next words. She sank her fingers into his shirt, wishing she had the strength to tear it from his body.