She nodded, deciding to unbutton the rest of the fastenings of his shirt, and stroked her hands along his chest.

  “I want to go with you,” he stated in a shaky breath. “I’d like to speak to your father about marrying you before you leave.”

  “Wow. Really?” She raked her fingernails across his nipples and watched them peak. “That would be wonderful. After the last performance next Sunday afternoon, you’ll be at our dinner and you can talk to him then.” She traced a path on his chest with her tongue.

  “You keep this up and we may not keep your purity till the wedding night,” he stated, pushing her away from him and holding her at arm’s length.

  “You’re right,” she said sadly. “But you don’t know how much I want you. I want to feel you against me, your hot slick body sliding against mine. You and I have both said it seems like we’ve known each other forever, that we have a connection. If that’s so, why do we have to wait?” To bring the point home, she stepped back in and laid her hand on the bulge in his pants. Just as she expected, it was hard.

  He detached her hand from him and held it. “We wait because it’s the proper thing to do,” he replied. “But in the meantime, who says we can’t indulge in other fancies?”