The room was very warm.The room was very warm. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Percy watching her as she moved about the room. He sat in a chair, leaned back, his eyes half closed as he smoked a cigar. His gaze was like a hot touch on her body. When she bent over to pull a couple of heated towels from the warming cabinet near the stove, she heard him get up and walk over to her. When she turned to find him behind her, he took the large fluffy towels from her hands and placed them over the back of a chair. His eyes were glowing as he let his gaze rove over her heavy curves. "I dinna like me woman to be a bag o' bones. I like a bit of meat to hold," he murmured. "And you more than please me with your curves." He dropped a breathy kiss on the mound of one breast, and then turned his attention to the other. A soft moan escaped Gemma as his tongue snaked out to lap at the salty trail between the pearly mounds. Her head thrown back and her eyes closed in ecstacy at the nibbles and licks that he bestowed on her sensitive flesh, she barely heard him when he whispered, "How about that bath, me bonny?" He'd been holding her waist while he graced her flesh with his attentions, and it was all she could do to stay on her feet when he released her. Her knees felt like water. "Aye, you cunning Scot, but first we must see what lies beneath that kilt." She giggled as the front of that self-same kilt moved over the shaft that thrust up beneath it. Gemma dropped a little kiss on Percy's smiling lips and slipped his jacket from his shoulders. She divested him of the shirt as quickly as her fingers could move. She loved to run her hands over the solid beneath the fine muslin. Too many of the men who frequented Miss Lily's were stringy specimens. But this man was solid and muscular. As far as Gemma was concerned, a true *man.* Percy's hands fumbled at the laces and hooks of Gemma's corselet. He had been plying his tongue over the smooth globes of her breasts, but he wished to feel the softness of her belly and hips as well. To some men, he supposed, she would appear fat. But he liked the mounds of soft flesh that accepted his maleness like a feather mattress. |