Anne was grateful that she'd been divested of her riding vest when she arrived. It was a simple matter of raising her arms over her head and allowing him to lift the shirt over her head. The kiss he'd given her had aroused her passion even further and she clung to him, her hands cupping his head as he pulled her closer.
"Do not stop there, my Lord," she ordered, one hand sliding down his bare chest to the fastenings of his pants. "I'm yours to use as you wish."