His mouth moved along the line of her jaw to her neck, pausing only to whisper,...

His mouth moved along the line of her jaw to her neck, pausing only to whisper, "Where is your mother?" "Out," Kate gasped. His teeth tugged at the edge of her bodice. "For how long?" "I don't know." She let out a little squeal as his tongue dipped below the muslin and traced an erotic line on her skin. "Good heavens, Anthony, what are you doing?" "How long?" he repeated. "An hour. Maybe two." Anthony glanced up to make sure he'd shut the door when he had entered earlier. "Maybe two?" he murmured, smiling against her skin. "Really?" "M-maybe just one." He hooked a finger under the edge of her bodice up near her shoulder, making sure to catch the edge of her chemise as well. "One," he said, "is still quite splendid." Then, pausing only to bring his mouth to hers so that she could not utter any protest, he swiftly pulled her dress down, taking the chemise along with it. He felt her gasp into his mouth, but he just deepened the kiss as he palmed the round fullness of her breast. She was perfect under his fingers, soft and pert, filling his hand as if she'd been made for him. When he felt the last of her resistance melt away, he moved his kiss to her ear, nibbling softly on her lobe. "Do you like this?" he whispered, squeezing gently with his hand. She nodded jerkily. "Mmmm, good," he murmured, letting his tongue do a slow sweep of her ear. "It would make things very difficult if you did not." "H-how?" He fought the bubble of mirth that was rising in his throat. This absolutely wasn't the time to laugh, but she was so damned innocent. He'd never made love to a woman like her before; he was finding it surprisingly delightful. "Let's just say," he said, "that I like it very much."
-Anthony & Kate