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bitch Lady Haldon?” she asked in sharp retort. “By the way, there will be a line forming for your services if the rumors become anymore lurid, I understand.”
    He swallowed hard, flushing a little because she was right, of course. He had vastly more experience than she did, and besides, it was unfair to ask a young woman—a vibrant, intelligent young woman with a great deal of freedom such as Victoria had been given—to not venture into the world of sexual experience. Every childhood argument they’d ever had came rushing back with both of them standing there, glaring and furious. “I’m sorry,” he said suddenly, a small laugh escaping his lips. “I’m not myself.”
    “No?” She gazed at him with almost challenging expectation, those full breasts within reach, her slender body gleaming and arresting. “Why?”
    Childhood suddenly seemed far, far away.
    “Perhaps I ingested some of those seeds,” he suggested, rewarded when he saw the flare of sexual excitement replace the irritation in her lovely eyes. He asked softly, “Would you like that, if I could go all night, hard inside you the whole time?”
    The part about the seeds was a bluff. He hardly needed help to desire her, but he had discovered from that interlude in his study that she was passionate woman, and if her first sexual experience had been a bit lackluster, he was determined to redeem her opinion of the process. The other afternoon had been a good start, but he had much, much more to show her. He planned to seduce her this time, beguile in her every way possible, and maybe, just maybe, persuade her that England was also a romantic place.
    Actually, a much more romantic place because they were there together.
    “Perhaps,” she admitted, her tone suddenly breathless.
    He stalked toward her. “I’ll see what I can arrange.”
     
    This was most definitely not the calm, refined scientist she knew. When Stephen reached for her, Victoria felt an almost debilitating wave of excitement at his expression, which seemed to be something between lust and frustration. He swept her up in his arms and fairly tossed her on the bed, undressing with deliberate movements of his long fingers, his expression inscrutable as she sat up in a flurry of loose hair and tangled chemise. Once he was fully nude, she could see that he was splendidly aroused, his erection rigid and distended, his bare chest impressive in the subdued lighting. He was certainly well-built for a man who spent most of his life tenderly coaxing plants to life, she thought, her body already responding to his predatory approach.
    When she felt the dip of the mattress, she sighed, feeling the fluid rush between her thighs, knowing that she readied for him, whether she wished it or not.
    “You won’t need this.” He peeled her chemise from her body with practiced ease, which, she thought vaguely, she would resent later, since he was being so damned territorial.
    Much later , she told herself, as he loomed over her, touching his mouth to hers at the same time his fingers slid between her legs. He stroked her mouth with his tongue just as he touched and fondled her sex, and she both opened her mouth and legs wider with shameless abandon.
    “Tonight,” he lifted his lips from hers and whispered as his fingers pushed into her female passage, “you’re mine, Tori.”
    “I was yours,” she gasped out, “the other day.”
    He laughed, a low masculine sound. “Actually, I believe I was yours then, but now, I want every bit of you. Take my word, you will not need anything but what is between us to enjoy it.”
    What he thought he hadn’t possessed she didn’t know, but the delirious pleasure of his fingers moving in and out of her opening was so intense, she could hardly argue. When he shifted, sliding lower, she caught her fingers in his thick, silky hair, her breathing arrested as he pressed his heated mouth to her breast, holding him close as he lavished ardent attention on her sensitive