![]() ![]() “You can prattle on in a moment, love,” he said against her mouth. Lord Kincade covered her mouth with his at that moment while his hands slipped beneath her gown and shift at the shoulders and slid them downward. Shall I undress you? These are splendid buttons on your waistcoat. Why not put the buttons at the front? But perhaps they would look ugly there and spoil the fall of a gown. Are there not a lot of buttons down the back of my dress? I always think it foolish, when one’s arms do not bend that way. Oh, what are you doing? Are you going to undress me? I could probably do it more quickly myself, but it feels good to have you do it. ![]() Oh, of course you know that, or guess it anyway. “Are you really going to make love to me, Giles? I think I would like that, though I own to being very nervous. “Ye-e-es,” she said on a leftover sob, and fumbled around in his pocket until she had found his handkerchief. “Shall we agree to Tuesday mornings? Will you marry me, Daisy?” “I shall beat you once a week,” he said soothingly. ![]()
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