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  Holding her hand in his, he bent to her breasts once more, devoting himself to pleasuring her the way she had attended to him.

  When her nipples peaked in raspberry kernels, he let her hand go to place his palms over her globes, then taking a nipple between two fingers on each hand, he pulled, elongating them even further. He licked his lips at the way she arched her back to press her breasts into his hands. She sighed, a long drawn exhalation of pleasure, of pain.

  "Do you like this, Sarah? Did I hurt you? Are you frightened?"

  It took her a moment to answer, and when did, she responded with a smile of exquisite satisfaction. "I am not frightened by you, Justin."

  "By something else?"

  She wriggled against the sheet. "Not with you."

  "Shall I continue?"

  With all the gravity of a monarch holding court, she tilted her head. "Please do."

  Grinning, he slid down her body, relishing the way her softly curved abdomen quivered under his touch, the way her breath came soft and quick. He tongued his way down her ribcage, to her navel,

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  buried it in her belly button, making her squirm and laugh, then lifted his face to look into hers.

  He grinned. "Have I found a ticklish spot?"

  "Do not tease me," she begged.

  "I have just begun," he contradicted her. "Before I am done, you shall be laughing and crying with the pleasure I give you."

  "I hardly recognize myself," she whispered and arched her pelvis at him. "Look how wanton I am with you."

  "You are marvelous, Sarah." He returned his attention to her body. Her skin tasted of lavender, of roses, of springtime. He licked her belly, skimming his tongue over the pale honey curls on her mound, then darted unerringly to find her clitoris. He licked her bud, once, twice, experimentally, testing her, tasting her.

  "Justin," she cried. "No, no, you must not do that!"

  "Yes, I must." He spoke firmly, gently. "Did I not allow you to play with me?"

  "It is not the same thing!"

  "It is. Did you not say you would be fair?"

  "You are a devil, to turn my words against me."

  "You are an angel, to allow me this heavenly delight." He put his mouth to her again, lightly flicking his tongue against her warm flesh.

  She tensed, then relaxed as he found her most sensitive spot and settled down to pleasure her. He fluttered his tongue against her until her bud stood up in arousal, then suckled her, at first gently, until she pushed her hips against him.

  With her hands on his head, pressing him closer to her, he swirled his tongue against her swollen flesh, pressing into her until he entered her heated passage. She cried out.

  He redoubled his efforts, licking and sucking on her bite, sticking his tongue in her again and again while she moved restlessly on the bed. Her knees clenched against his body, making him yearn to be enclosed within hers.

  Ruthlessly, he controlled the urge to sink into her.

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  "Oh, no more, please...please."

  He ignored her pleas as he moved his head just enough to sink a finger into her. Her muscles immediately clamped down on it, making his balls sweat. She bucked against him as he inserted another finger, then another. He spread them within her, massaging the hot confines of her inner passage.

  Her breath came in labored gusts as she undulated under him. She grabbed his shoulders, trying to pull him away from her privities, but he ignored the sharp scoring of her fingernails. Using fingers and mouth he drove her higher and higher until her muscles clamped tightly around his fingers and she came in a great liquid gush. He buried his mouth in her, lapping, smiling, enjoying her pleasure.

  When she calmed, flesh still quivering, he withdrew his fingers and licked them clean. "You taste of honey, of sweet woman."

  She half-opened her eyes to look at him. She wore a sated, drowsy expression that satisfied him, and yet left him hungry for more. He touched his fingertip to her mouth.

  Immediately, she drew it in and sucked it as she had his rod. He'd thought he was as hard as he could be, but he hardened, almost painfully. He felt the fever in his sac as his sperm boiled hot.

  He grabbed a French letter and expertly tied it on while she watched, her eyes wide. He was by turns discomposed by her interest and yet fiercely proud that she exhibited no squeamishness.

  He moved over her, reassuring her with soft words, with gentle caresses until she parted her legs and allowed him to find his place between her thighs. "Just so, Sarah. Do we not do well together?"

  "Is this the way?" She welcomed him, pulling him closer with her arms about his shoulders.

  "Just so, Sarah. You have the way of it." The heat rose from her, scented and humid, as he probed with the tip of his cock. Finding the soft, wet entrance to her body, he pushed in, just a little, then withdrew.

  She moaned and clutched at his shoulders. "Justin!"

  Justin swallowed. He hated the pain he must cause her, hated the

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  discomfort she would face at his entry, but he had no choice. "Forgive me, my sweet."

  He flexed his hips and plunged into her. Sensations swarmed over him. Wet. Hot. Tight. Muscles gripping him. Sinking, sinking, sinking. He heard her swiftly indrawn breath, felt her stiffen under him, noted her nails scoring his back, but it was nothing to the overwhelming joy of joining his body to hers.

  Forcing himself to do nothing, to overcome the urge to slam into her again and again, he rested, motionless, barely breathing. "Sarah. One moment, I beg of you. It will be better in a moment."

  Her breath leaked out. "Justin?" Her voice sounded tiny in his car.

  ''Is it very bad?"

  She swallowed. "I am not sure. It is different"

  Indeed it was. He'd never felt this pleasure before, never known how right it was. Sarah was his. "I must move a little. Sarah. Tell me if it pains you."

  He eased himself out of her tight channel, then slowly re-entered. She stiffened, as if bracing for an onslaught. "Sarah?"

  "It is not so bad."

  "You are extremely brave, my heart. It will be better. I promise."

  "Is this all there is to it, Justin?"

  “Oh, no." he whispered, keeping his expression gentle and reassuring when the inner man wanted to howl his possession. "There is much more. Shall I show you?"

  Her sweetly murmured assent was all he needed. Gently at first, he withdrew and re-entered her, again and again, gradually increasing his pace and the force of his thrusts.

  She arched beneath him, making small little sounds in her throat that inflamed him and spurred him on. She was small and tight around him, hot and moist, her body opening and welcoming his. Justin threw his head back as her sensuality overtook him. His balls slammed against her sweetly curved buttocks with every stroke. "Aa-aah!"

  "Justin! I can't...it is too much!"

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  "Bear with me! Any moment now!"

  He pushed himself to the limit. Harder, faster, deeper, he thrust himself into her. filling her. filling him with heat, with passion, with ecstasy. Her muscles gripped him, making it hard to pull out, clasping him. greedily welcoming him in again.

  He withdrew and pulled her legs up over his shoulders. Fully exposed to him. she lay beneath him. flushed, perspiring, pupils dilated, breasts pointing at him, her body working with his every movement as he dipped into her once more.

  "Justin!" She stiffened, then came in orgiastic fulfillment. Her juices gushed as he pulled out of her. then plunged back in, buried to the hilt in wet.

  He barely recognized his voice as he shouted his own release. Hot semen spurted into her, poured out of him. as he gave himself up to exquisite pleasure.

  At last, sated, exhausted, he slumped to her side, still in her. still throbbing, still half-hard. She let her legs down, to rest atop his. anchoring him to her. Justin raised his head and pressed a kiss on her neck.

  "You are gloriou
s," he murmured. "I regret I had to hurt you to give you pleasure."

  "A moment only," she demurred. "Did I give you enjoyment?"

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  "Any more and I should have expired on the spot."

  Her lips twitched. "I am glad. then. I thought my ignorance would hinder the...ah. the proceedings."

  "Ah. yes. the proceedings." He rolled up on his elbow to kiss her mouth, soft and lax now with satiety. She tasted of him. of fragrant woman. He kissed her deeply, drinking in the sweetness. "You need have no concern on that score."

  Satisfaction curved her lips into a sensuous smile. "Yes. I thought I did quite well for an amateur."

  "Amateur?" he spluttered, then began to chuckle. "You may consider yourself an apprentice, then. I shall be the master craftsman showing you the art of love-making." He laughed, anticipation filling him with warmth. "I shall be a very patient teacher. Over a period of time, you shall perfect your skills."

  The contentment left her face. "We do not have time."

  "Why not?"

  She turned her head away. "You know I must leave."

  "I thought we had settled that." He waited and when she did not face him. he tipped her chin toward him. Her eyes, still sated, still half-aroused, looked misty. A tiny tear lodged in one corner. "After what we have just shared, you must not hide anything from me."

  He touched her teardrop with his finger tip, then brought it to his lips. "Can you not tell me?" he whispered.

  She sighed in surrender. "If I stay, even one more minute than absolutely necessary. I give my sister's husband more reason to bring

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  charges against me."

  "Charges for what?"

  She straightened her spine. "When I refused my brother-in-law's attentions, he threatened to put it about that I had accepted him. He warned me that unless I chose to allow him certain favors, he would make sure everyone knew I was an immoral woman."

  "The devil he did!" Justin's wrath exploded. "I shall attend to him at once!"

  "No! He'd take Emmy from me. He would charge me with immorality, with being an unfit mother to Emmy."

  "What is to stop him from doing that at any rate?"

  "I...I don't know." she admitted. "Since he let Robby die, I thought he would have no reason to persist in his attentions to me, but he did not. After my sister died giving birth to Emmy, he suggested I should stay in his house. He was very clear what he wanted."

  Justin could well understand why the man had been unable to let Sarah be. The beauty of face and form combined with her purity of spirit was enough to drive any man to possess her. That she was too innocent to understand made him doubly aware of her allure.

  His heart opened to her. "I shall lake care that he never troubles you again. You shall be under my protection."

  She shook her head. "That is not possible."

  "Why?" He sat up and pulled her with him into an upright position, face to face.

  She curled her legs under her. Her gaze flickered, then she looked steadily at him. "I did not refuse my brother-in-law only to accept another in his place."

  Wounded, insulted beyond words, Justin could only stare at her. His breath rasped. "You liken me to that bastard?"

  "Oh. Justin." she placed her hand against his cheek. "You must not be offended. What we have shared here is very precious lo me. but I do not Tool myself inio thinking it more than it was."

  "Which was?" The muscle in his jaw pulsed against her soft hand.

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  "A fantasy. A dream. A perfect moment between a man and a woman. It cannot be repeated."

  "Why not?"

  "I must think of Emmy."

  He blinked. "What has Emmy to do with this?"

  "Emmy must have every care. She must grow up properly."

  "She shall have the best there is. I promise."

  "You do not understand." She shook her head, making the honey tresses cascade over her bare shoulders.

  One curl fell to her breast. Justin traced it with his finger, pleased when her nipple bloomed under his touch.

  She shuddered, then pushed his hand away. "I cannot think when you do that."

  He touched her again, circling the aureole with his fingertip. "Tell me why you worry about your niece."

  "Justin." She held his hand in both her own. "I am a woman with a child not my own. I have responsibilities to Emmy. I must take great care of my reputation that it does not soil hers."

  "She is only an infant, Sarah. How could you tarnish her name?"

  "An infant now. a young woman of marriageable age soon enough. I would not have her chance at happiness marred by any mistake of mine."

  He raised their clasped hands to kiss her fingers. "That is certainly an honorable aspiration, but how could you do anything to blemish Emmy's character?"

  "You know the answer to that yourself, sir. I am an unmarried woman, with a lover."

  "Yes." He said with a great deal of pride. "I am your lover." He narrowed his eyes at her. "You consider me a mistake?"

  "No." She inclined her head. "But others might do so. I cannot allow—"

  "Stay with me." The words were out of his mouth before he knew it. but once said, he didn't want to retract them. He didn't know how

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  it had happened, but somehow in the last few hours, he had lost all suspicions of her. He saw her now; not as a devious female after his title, but as a woman who honored her promise to her sister. An honorable woman. A loving, passionate, unselfish woman. Now that she had entered his life, he didn't intend to allow her to leave.

  He'd do what he must to keep her. "Stay, Sarah."

  "Oh, Justin, do you not see?" She expelled her breath in a long, sad exhalation. "If I remain with you, W'e will be subject to the worst sort of gossip. I can bear it for myself, but Emmy must have every chance."

  "She will. I promise."

  "And how do you intend to manage that?"

  "You shall be my wife."

  Her eyes widened. "You jest."

  "No, Sarah. I do not." He didn't know where the certainty came from. Just yesterday, he'd been seeking sanctuary, escaping the importunate females who wished to make him into a husband, and here he'd given himself up. Like a dog. rolling over and offering his tummy to be rubbed. He would have smiled if it hadn't been so important. "I wish you to marry me."

  "No."

  His mouth opened. He clamped it shut. "You reject me?"

  "Do not look so surprised, sir. Surely you cannot be serious, proposing marriage to a woman you barely know."

  "I would hardly say that." He ran a hand down her naked back to cup her warm buttock in his hand. "I would venture to say we are very well acquainted by now."

  She pushed his hand away. 'That is not what I meant, and you must not tease me."

  "I am perfectly serious. Sarah. We shall marry and care for Emmy ourselves. Think of the benefits." he coaxed. "You gain a husband and an uncle for Emmy all at once. I shall protect you both from your sister's husband. Emmy will grow up with every advantage."

  "Trulv?" Her eves studied him. He lost himself in their cinna-

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  mon-spice depths. Uncertainty gave way to hope, then anticipation, as her face brightened, her cheeks turned pink. "You would do this for me? For Emmy?"

  "Do not forget that I expect to derive some measure of satisfaction from this arrangement:'

  Her lips quivered then broke into a wide smile. "Oh, you tease me, Justin." She threw her arms around his neck. "You really do wish to marry me?"

  Her breasts snuggled into his chest. Through the heat racing in his veins and pooling in his groin, he managed, "I do."

  He expected that if he ever voiced those words, the heavens would open and rain down hail and brimstone, but he heard nothing but the sound of Sarah's soft breathing and the crackle of the fire. He felt only her sweet, moist breath and the warmth of her generous breasts on hi
s torso.

  "Oh. Justin. How fortunate that we stumbled upon your doorstep!" Her voice bubbled on. "We shall be so happy!"

  Justin added his share lo the dream. "And one day Emmy will make an advantageous marriage."

  "What do you mean, 'advantageous'?" Sarah lifted her head to peer at him. "I will not have her marrying some Society ninny, if that is what you infer." Her voice brooked no opposition.

  Justin sat back, curiously stung. "Why are you so opposed to Society? It has been my experience that most people are eager to be considered part of the haute ton."

  "Rubbish. All that my lording and my ladying and your grace this and your grace the other. It is a wonder people do not trip over their tongues."

  He laughed. "It seems you have a problem, my heart, for you shall certainly be addressed as 'my lady'."

  She looked at him through narrowed eyes. "You have a most peculiar sense of humor. Justin."

  "Perhaps. I have a confession to make—"

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  A loud rap at the door brought Justin's words to an abrupt halt. -Who is it?"

  "Pruitt, my lord. I have the infant for Miss Wilder."

  Justin drew the sheet up to cover Sarah's nakedness before he rose to unlock the door. Pruitt and a footman bearing a child's cot entered and stood open-mouthed at the sight of him.

  Justin threw them both an irritated look. "Get on with it."

  While the footman set up the cot as Sarah directed him, Pruitt brought Emmy to a blushing Sarah. She took the baby and pressed a tender kiss on her brow. "Hello, my precious. Did you have a nice nap','"

  The valet kept his eyes discreetly averted. "Will that be all, my lord?"

  "My lord?" Sarah repeated, her eyes shooting golden brown sparks at Justin.

  "Out." He glared at the two men. ''And keep your mouths shut."

  The footman bowed and scuttled for the door. Pruitt looked affronted. "Sir, I am a gentleman's gentleman." He bowed himself out.

  Sarah stared at him through narrowed eyes. "My lord?"

  Justin lifted a shoulder. "I was about to tell you myself. I neglected the title when I introduced myself."