Lyssa had never dreamed she could be so bold. But once his warm skin lay under her daring fingertips, nothing else mattered. Hard muscle jumped at her touch and the triangular patch of hair on his chest fascinated her, not soft as she had expected, but coarse and springy. The tight muscles of his washboard stomach drew her attention, and there he stopped her exploration. “Don’t get scared now.” His voice, oh, that voice, did strange and wonderful things to her insides. “I’m not scared.” “Good, because I want to see what is hiding under all these layers.” Warm lips touched the hollow spot under her jaw, distracting her and, until he eased her gown over her shoulder and it fell to the floor, she’d been unaware he’d undone her lacings. Squeezing her eyes shut, she waited. She stood in front of a man in her undergarments for the first time, and the nerves had begun. Not enough to have her running for the door, but enough to worry he would be less than pleased with what he saw.
