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I do. He shot her a look filled with mirth. As you do me.
I am astonished at that, you realize. My God, what was she telling him? She needed to
entice him not repel him. She needed to be in his arms and his bed and quickly, too, before her
courage failed.
I am certain you are no more surprised than I am that we get on so well.
Will we get on well after this? she asked, her voice quivering with desire to be out of
the dashed sweltering drawing room and into his bedroom. And his bed.
I will ensure it, he whispered. He put his glass down and beckoned her with one hand.
Give me this, he said as she stood before him and he removed her snifter from her fingers.
These are the rules.
Rules? I don t
Darling Emma, I know you do not obey anyone s rules save your own. But these are
necessary to your happiness afterward. Hear me out. He cupped her elbows and drew her flush
to his body. Had she ever noticed that he was a head taller than she? That his eyes were deep
pewter with desire? That his voice was so deliciously low and sent waves of delight to her bones
and her breasts and her belly? We will climb the stairs to my suite and I will kiss you. Here. He
touched her cheek. And here. He thumbed her lower lip. And here. He traced the line of her
throat to her shoulder. At each kiss, you will tell me if I may proceed. He stroked the hollow of
her throat, then let his eyes drift suggestively lower and back to hers. Or not.
I like to kiss you. She confessed, bold with the brandy.
I thought so. He smiled consolingly. But there is more to love than kisses.
Of course there was. And it was high time she stopped being a ninny and learned about it.
She put her hand in his and said, May we please cease all this talk and go before I melt here at
your feet in a puddle?
He leaned back and chuckled. Before she knew what had happened, he had upended her
world, caught her up in his arms and headed for the door. In minutes, he had them up the curving
staircase, down the hall and into the dark mahogany shadows of his suite. With a shoulder to the
door, he closed it and set her to her feet. His hands went to her shoulders.
And hers went to his.
Stop, she warned with the brightest of intents.
He looked like the house had fallen on him. His disappointment was so ripe it rendered
Emma even more in his thrall. You ve changed your mind? Well, hell. I might have known you
would not want
But I do, she affirmed and beamed at him. I must be the one to lead or I will never have
the patience to bear you going slowly, you see, and so I
He cursed roundly. Then hurry! My patience is thin. Very thin. He spread his arms out
like a scarecrow. Undress me?
Not a bad idea, she replied. But not just yet.
His arms flapped to his sides. What would you like me to do to seduce you then?
Follow.
Follow?
She winked at him. My lead.
Tormentor. Get to it, will you? He stretched his arms wide once more, his fingers
waggling in urgency.
His good humor for her madness tickled her. So with more determination than she d felt
in years, she knew now what she must do. She reached up to circle her arms around his very
sturdy shoulders and beseeched him in a whisper. Do kiss me again as you did after we were
wed.
His pewter eyes deepened to shades of darkest metal. I must embrace you to do that. Are
you certain this is what you wish?
I do, she murmured, already placing her lips against his moist ones. I very much do.
What he did, how he enfolded her with such care and such fierce restraint was an act she
told herself to never forget. But the meeting of his lips on hers, the matching of his desire to her
own had her gasping for air as he took her mouth, broke away and then came back for more. He
possessed her with arms so strong, she cried out in triumph and greater need. All a jumble, her
emotions had her hugging him closer to her and wishing for more.
Everything.
Can we sit? she asked him, breathless.
In a thrice, he had her up in his arms, just as he had carried her before, and took three
steps to a massive settee. He sat against the far arm and drew her over his body. Against her thigh,
she felt his cock. She moaned into his seeking mouth. How huge was he? She was no cloistered
nun, had seen animals mate and knew the way men and women joined.
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