Not Your Average Countess
“Oh dear, was the first thing Emily said blushing prettily. “I haven't a thing on my body!”
Cole grinned and watched her blush at their nakedness. “That's how it ought to be,” he cajoled. Emily blushed and tried to hide her face, but Cole won't let her and caught her shoulders. “Please, do not hide on my account,” he purred. She stared at him, her eyes widening. Her blond tresses were a mess, and Cole thought he rather liked it like that. She looked like a woman thoroughly and truly ravished. And it was all his handwork.
“Do you...” Her lower lips folded into her mouth. “Do you think you can put on a shirt?” As she said this she tried to hide her breast, which he was now boldly staring at.