He didn’t get the chance for so much as a glance at Matthias’ butler or the pistols as Matthias practically dragged him upstairs to his bed chamber. The only light was the fire in dying in the grate, but they didn’t need any as they wrestled one another free of clothing. Their last time together had been before the house party, which itself seemed like months ago. There was no need for anything but the touch of their hands as they thrust and pushed and panted to completion.
Nick lay trying to catch his breath when Matthias’ voice came through the darkness. “You will not duel Esmond.”
“I missed you as well,” Nick replied dryly.
With a sigh that was more of a growl Matthias sat up and Nick heard him fumbling at the nightstand. There was the scratch of a match, then a candle flared to life. Then he sat on the bed to finish removing what remained of his clothing. “Beresford will do it quite happily. He seems more than ready to put his life on the line for his lady love.”