"Oh, Xan," Hyacinthe whispered, shaking his head before giving her a sweet kiss. "That, I am all to happy to do."

Remember all that nonsense about D'Angelines taking their time with undressing? Forget it. Hyacinthe didn't have the patience for that right now. His fingers found the front of her jeans, opening them up with a muttered curse. "May I suggest dresses for the rest of the time I am here?" he muttered. "If you persist with the foolish notion you must be dressed at all?"

He wanted her naked. Now.