Alice doffed her hat and skipped up the stairs as Belle glided, one hand on the silky smooth banister.Alice unlocked the door and went inside only to pace, twisting her topper in her hands.Belle’s heart pounded as she quietly closed the door behind them and leaned against it. For a moment, Alice searched her eyes before hastily unfastening the buttons of Belle’s bodice. “God in heaven. You’re my wife. I want you naked. I want to feel my skin against yours.”Belle helped, and together they made short work of the row of tiny buttons. She shrugged out of the bodice and then turned so Alice could loosen her stays. Belle untied the tapes at the top of her skirt and petticoats and let them billow to the floor. When Alice had sufficiently untied the laces of Belle’s corset, she shimmied out of it and then drew her chemise off over her head. Cool air chilled her breasts and shoulders. She turned as she untied the tapes holding up her pantalets.Alice’s gaze heated as Belle pushed them down and stepped free of the pile of clothes.
