Her words were the encouragement he needed to rip at the buttons on the front of her robes. The sudden exposure of the bare skin of her chest and then moments later of her breasts when he tugged the lacy garment covering them to the cool air made her burst into a rash of goosebumps. Whether it was because of the chill or because she was nervous, she couldn't tell. His warm mouth covered one of her breasts, his tongue swirled around her hardening nipple, and she gasped. Was he going to be the sort of lover to ensure his partner received her own pleasure? He didn't seem the type, but she'd been wrong before.