As always, they were in sync. Phryne let herself be pulled, let herself respond more strongly than she had done - they'd both been holding back, which was an oddly comforting thought even if it was nearly lost in the sudden rush of long-suppressed desire. As they had throughout this long courtship, they were in the same place together, albeit from different angles.

The negligee was short, and Jack let his free hand slide up her thigh and under that scandalously short hem almost immediately. Her skin was soft and warm, and he needed to touch her, needed to have more than her mouth and the back of her neck as points of contact.