He had shed his clothes and her gaze devoured every hard angle and sleekly flexing muscle as Colin approached. “We’ll leave the lamps on,” he said. “Yes, just like last night.” “Here.” He lifted the tiny ribbon straps brushing her shoulders. She shivered with anticipatory tremors. “This is lovely, but I prefer if you remove it,” he said. The nightgown slipped away. “Here,” he said, taking her hands. He wrapped his cravat around her wrists, tying them together. Then he pulled them over her head and secured them to the headboard. “There.” He stared at her breasts. She felt too exposed and moved instinctively to cover herself. But her hands wouldn’t budge. She was too securely tied. Her throat dried. Maybe this wasn’t the thing after all. He looked a lot fiercer tonight than the night before. But it was too late to back out. She’d asked him for this. If she asked now to stop, she’d look like a ninny. She already knew he thought she was the biggest ninny for being too shy to waltz in front of other people.
