He caught himself on his elbows before his entire weight could crush her, but she was still trapped, his legs and lower body pinning her to the soft mattress.
“And how,” she asked with awful dignity, “do you suppose this will help your case?”
“For one thing,” he replied, trailing his fingertips over her temples, “you can’t move.”
She arched her brows.
His lips curved as he plucked a pin from her coiffure. “It gives me time to argue, if nothing else.”
She let her hands fall beside her head in mock surrender. “I’m listening.”
“Will you agree that we found an uncommon accord in the garden?” She felt the loosening of her hair as he removed another pin.
“I didn’t know who you were,” she objected.
“Not what I asked.” He eyed her sternly. “Do you agree or not?”
She blew out a frustrated breath. “I agree that I had an uncommon accord with the man I thought you were, but—”
“Ah. Ah.” He stretched over her head to set the pins on a side table, then resumed his position atop her. “We both are in agreement that we shared an uncommon accord. The problem, as I see it, is that you are under the delusion that I am somehow not the same man as I was then. I may not know exactly what I have become since Bedlam, but I know this: whatever I was in the garden I am now, new clothes or no.”
“You aren’t!” She parted her legs to give him more room, thinking she really oughtn’t to feel as comfortable as she did.
“Am I not?” He thrust his fingertips into her hair, massaging her scalp. “In what way am I different?”
Lily had to fight to keep her eyes open. The feel of his hands on her scalp after a day with her hair pulled tight was simply heaven. “Your name, for one.”
“But what’s in a name, truly?” he murmured, dipping his head to trail his lips over the sensitive skin below her ear. “You called me Caliban, but had you called me Romeo, wouldn’t I still be the same man? My mother named me for a god renowned for male beauty, but does it make me any more handsome? My mirror tells me daily, no.”
There was definitely something wrong with his reasoning and if she could only draw breath to think, she might figure it out.
“Cheat,” she growled, her voice weaker than she liked.
He pulled back enough for her to see the amused quirk of his lips. “Temptress.”
He bent to lay his mouth on hers, thrusting his tongue lazily past her lips until she sucked on the thick length.
“Are they any different?” he whispered against her mouth, “my kisses? Have they changed so much with my name?”
She cracked her eyelids to look at him and murmur into the humid heat between them, “I can’t tell. Perhaps you should demonstrate again.”
He licked at the corner of her mouth. “A scientific study, you mean?” His mouth trailed up her cheek, soft as a moth.
“Quite,” she breathed.
“As you wish.”
He kissed her eyelids, a mere brush of lips, before seizing her mouth again, swallowing her moan. His hands moved until he’d intertwined his fingers with hers, still at either side of her head. She opened helplessly beneath the surge of his intent, accepting his tongue, his heavy desire. His chest crushed her breasts and she wanted all the material between them gone so that she could feel his skin against hers. She arched under him, attempting to get closer, wanting to rub her naked nipples against him, but the stiff fabric of her stays prevented even the illusion of touch.
She sank back, whimpering.
He rose to his knees at the same time, eyeing her with an obnoxious twist of his lips that she’d have slapped away if she didn’t want him back so much.
“The same?” he asked, and at least his voice shook just the tiniest bit. He wasn’t unaffected, either.
She tilted her head against the coverlet, trying to catch her breath. “I suppose.”
She’d tried to sound nonchalant, but by his sudden grin she knew she’d not been entirely successful.