“Stand up,” he said, his demand low and husky.

A thrill shot through her. Obediently, she rose to stand before Henry.

“Take off your clothes.”

“You first,” Victoria answered defiantly.

His lips quirked into a half-smile. “As you wish,” he said, shrugging his woolen coat from his shoulders. Next, he unbuttoned his shirt, stripping it from his broad chest. He bent down to untie his shoes.

Victoria watched, the juncture of her thighs growing increasingly wet.

Completely naked, he shot her a knowing grin. “Your turn.”