" Twelve years ago you decided what I deserved, and I ended up alone. So this time I will decide what I deserve.” Ignoring a twinge of self-consciousness, she faced him and began to undo the front fastenings of her pelisse-robe. “And I deserve this. I deserve you.”
His breathing grew labored as he stared at her hands with a searing intensity. “What are you doing, Jane?”
“What does it look like?” She slid out of her gown and let it fall to the floor, leaving her standing before him in only her petticoats, corset, and shift. “I’m seducing you.”
Dom’s eyes narrowed on her, and she panicked. Was she being too bold? Too shameless?
Too daft?
She was daft, to be standing half-dressed like this in a stable, when all it would take was a groom coming down from his room above to turn this into the most mortifying night of her life.
But she’d die before she let Dom see her squirm. With forced bravado, she planted her hands on her hips. “Well? Are you going to leave me here like this?”
Even as the words left her lips, she spotted the rather pronounced bulge in his trousers. That’s all she had time to notice before he was striding up to grab her head in both hands and seize her mouth with his once more.
This time their kiss was a war of tongues and teeth, both striving for mastery. Their hands darted everywhere in a thrilling flurry of unfastening and untying, a rush to see who could get the other one naked first. His boots ended in one corner, her half boots in another. Their clothes soon pooled around them on the floor of the harness room.
He got her shirt off, then stepped back before she could divest him of his drawers, and for one heart-stopping moment she feared he was having more second thoughts.
“Dom?” she asked, her cheeks flaming as she stood naked before him. She’d never stood naked before anyone, even a maid.
But the way Dom was scouring her with his rough gaze felt like a caress. A very carnal caress, which loosed a bevy of butterflies in her belly.
“I’ve spent years dreaming of you like this, sweeting,” he rasped. “Give me a moment to take it all in.”
“If you wish,” she whispered. And that would give her a moment to take him in. "

― Sabrina Jeffries , If the Viscount Falls (The Duke's Men, #4)