Shivering whilst standing in only her chemise, Gwendolyn chastely studied Cameron’s bared chest, daring to rest her hand there. His skin was warm— distantly, she wondered how he would react if she leaned forward and pressed a kiss right at his throat where his pulse beat. She yearned for him, but at the same time, felt so timid— a virginal nervousness that she would not shed until she finally gave that part of herself to him to keep. Her eyes caught the arousal that ever so slightly tented his hose, and a thrilling tremble rolled through her to know that he wanted for her as badly as she did for him.<br/><br/>A whimper, small and breathy, escaped her as his hand went to her breast— the touch enough to spark a pleasant tingle along her entire body. Without a word, she pulled the shoulders of her chemise off and let the fabric slip down from her arms and onto the ground with her skirts: completely bared and vulnerable before him— the body of a woman. “I love you, Cameron. I have for so long. Please...” she begged before standing on the tips of her toes and kissing him once more, desperate to convey to him how much she needed his touch.