Her bedchamber was large with an elaborately carved four-poster bed draped with creamy white linens. He set her down, then locked her bedroom door behind them.
“Did your husband touch you in any manner before he died?”
She swallowed, then shakes her head. “Your kiss,” she started, then stopped, biting down on her lip.
“My kiss what?”
She licked her lips.
His cock pulsed in his trousers.
“It was my first,” she said. “Aside from the chaste press of his lips at our ceremony. He was already ill when we married, though I didn’t know that at the time.”
Knowing he would own Agatha’s firsts made this entire evening all the more enticing. He didn’t need another reason to desire her, still her confession pulsed through his body. He’d stolen her first kiss, but now he would take the rest of her firsts at her request.
“Should I call for a maid to assist me with my dress?” she asked.
“No, I’ll do it. Would you feel more comfortable if we started with that, or do you want to build up to it?”
“I’m not certain which would be better. I fear I’ll be nervous regardless.”
“I’ll stop anytime you want me to.” He slid his hands up her arms and gave her shoulders a gentle squeeze. “Do you trust me?”
Her lips quirked in a smile. “I probably shouldn’t.”
He stared down into her warm brown eyes. “That’s not what I asked you.”
“Yes, in this particular situation, I trust you.”
“Turn around, little dove.”
Without hesitancy, she turned away from him, presenting him with her back. From just below her neck down to her waist, he found a string of tiny buttons.
“So many buttons seems superfluous,” he murmured.
She glanced at him over her shoulder. “I know they can be tedious. I can call for a maid.”
“I do not wish to be deprived of the pleasure of undressing you, Agatha,” he said.
Her mouth formed a perfect ‘o,’ then she turned back around.
One-by-one he unfastened the buttons, the fabric of her dress gaping open to reveal her corset and chemise underneath. He pushed at the sleeves of her dress until he dragged it down to her wrists. From there it slipped off her hands and pooled to the floor.
Before beginning to untie her stays, he leaned forward and ran his nose up the side of her neck.
“You’re a very attractive woman, little dove.”
“Is that my name now?” she asked with a breathless chuckle.
“Tonight it is.”
She shivered against the brush of his lips against her shoulder.
“I’m going to put my mouth all over your body.”
“Oh my.”
He loosened her corset enough to unhook the front and remove it leaving her in her chemise, drawers and stockings. The thin fabric of her chemise did nothing to hide the sharp beading of her nipples. He dropped to his knees in front of her to suck one into his mouth through the delicate material. He cupped the other while his tongue and lips wet the fabric on her other breast.