Leighton stared at him for a moment as if he wasn’t sure what he was seeing. Then he moved forward with a slight smile that immediately set Matthias on his guard.
He was determined not to let it show, however, as he led Leighton into his bedchamber. Gripping the lapels of Leighton’s coat, Matthias pulled him close. “I sent my valet away for the night,” he murmured before giving Leighton a brief, hard kiss. “Shall we perform those tasks for one another?”
“I suppose,” Leighton replied, sounding quizzical.
A quick shove, and Leighton was down on the bed. Matthias bent and grabbed a leather-clad calf, making Leighton fall back. He pushed up on his elbows and tried to brace himself as Matthias tugged off first one boot, then the other.
That done, Matthias took a seat in the chair across from the bed and stretched his leg until he could prop one foot on Leighton’s thigh. Leighton maneuvered himself until he could pull the offered Hessians off.