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Above all else, Ian wanted her trust. Needed it if they were to ever have a chance.
She tilted her head up toward the ceiling, revealing the graceful line of her neck. It was then he noticed it wasn't only that she stood in front of him out of reach, but in front of the mirror.
She was a woman meant to be savored. It was easy enough to fall in love with Charlotte. To resist her? Impossible.
He groaned as she rocked her hips from side to side. Her firm bottom reflected back to him in the mirror.
“I want you,” he nearly growled.
She opened her eyes and flashed the most devastating smile. “I know.”
She slowly walked forward this time, coming within reach, and still, he kept his hands at his side. Charlotte raked her hand through his hair, then tugged, pulling his gaze up to meet hers.
“I’m yours, Ian. Always have been. I wanted to know that you were mine as well if I am to give you my heart once more.”
He moved his head to the side and kissed her arm. “Let me show you.”
She reached forward and slowly untied his cravat, her body so damn close. She tossed it to the floor, then reached for his vest but paused.
“Charlotte,” he said half in warning. “I can be patient, but I’m no damn saint.”
She backed away. “Stand up.”
Ian shot to his feet, desire pulsing through him. He wanted Charlotte, craved her. He wished to taste and touch her, feast on her until she cried out his name and lay there in his arms, knowing it had been her and only her all these years and for years to come.
He stalked toward her, his eyes focused on her mouth, and the way she worried her full bottom lip between her teeth. Pink, lush. So inviting.
“Can I touch you now?” he asked, his voice rough.
She nodded.
He closed the distance between them, cupped her face in his hands, and bent his forehead against hers. “I've waited too damn long as it is.” She whimpered beneath his searing kiss. “I would have begged if you made me wait one more minute.”
She reached for his jacket and helped shove it down his arms and to the floor, then his vest, and finally his shirt. She pulled it from the hem of his trousers and drew it over his head. Her hands instantly skimmed over his chest and down his abdomen. Sweet torture.
“Tell me what you want, Lottie. Tell me, and I will make sure you are happy.”
She smiled as her hands stopped at the fall of his trousers, his erection straining against the seam, so damn uncomfortable.
“I want to touch you, Ian. To feel you.”
He closed his eyes for a moment, a rush of air leaving his lungs.
“Yours, Honeybee. I’m yours.”
CHAPTER 23
Charlotte swallowed nervously,her pulse drumming in her ears. How she ever managed to remain so calm as she undressed for Ian, she would never know.
But she had.
His eyes nearly burned her now as her hands rested at his falls. The night of their wedding, he had left her naked, but tonight that wouldn't happen again. She would be sure of it.
Her hand trembled as she undid the buttons and freed his erection. She wrapped her hand around him, so hard yet soft to touch, and slowly moved her hand up and down the length of him once.
Desire shot in her belly as Ian tilted his head up at the ceiling and moaned. The very sound of it made her breath catch. It made her feel a little heady, a little in control.
She gripped him in her palm and began to slowly stroke him, leaning forward to press her lips against his chest, desperate for his touch as much as he was for her.
