His hand cupped her breast and his thumb brushed over her nipple, which hardened instantly in response. His rough handling of her sensitive flesh pulled a low moan from Morgana, who arched her back to press her breast more firmly into his hand.
"You are a tease, my Captain." Her free hand slipped between them, tugging at his shirt until her fingers could find his bare skin, her nails dragging sharply over his abdomen. "Fine silks to turn into another dress that you will ruin?" She was going to say more, but before she could he pinched her nipple hard, sending a flash of pleasure-pain through her body that tore another moan from her lips. Between her low appreciative sounds, Morgana managed to continue, "The ship from Bharata is carrying the most gorgeous red silk. It would make a perfect dress." She pressed her hips against his, cursing the padding of her skirts in between them, and added knowingly, "You would love it."