He laughed.
It was a deep, chest-rumbling sound that vibrated against Ines's legs. He was lying flat on his back, looking up at his wife who had just pinned him down with the ferocity of a lioness. His hair was spread across the white pillow, his shirt was open, and his eyes were dancing with absolute delight.
He had never seen her like this. She acted like a woman who knew exactly what she wanted.
Ines didn't pay attention to his laughter. She was on a mission. Her hands moved to the waistband of his trousers. Her fingers were shaking with impatience. The oil from his hands dripped and made the buttons slippery, which only added to her frustration.
"Stop laughing and help me," she muttered, tugging at the fabric.
"I thought you wanted to be in charge," Carcel teased, raising his hands in surrender. "I am at your mercy, Your Grace."
Ines finally managed to undo the fastenings. She pushed the fabric down.
