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nipples, sucking, nibbling, making her arch and gasp. She was invaded by his touch, possessed by his mouth, her body helpless to resist the potency of his lovemaking.
    Which meant perhaps he was right. Maybe the seeds hadn’t had much to do with what had happened that rainy afternoon a few days ago as his skilled touch and the passion with which he’d taken her.
    The sensitivity of every nerve ending bore out that startling conclusion, because everywhere he touched her, she felt not only the pleasure of his fingertips and the scalding heat in his blue eyes, but the undeniable connection between them she’d always told herself was just friendship.
    Maybe they’d both just been waiting . . . for this.
    “Don’t cry out,” he warned softly, and then he lowered himself between her thighs in a shocking position, his mouth gently beginning to nibble at her wet cleft. She wanted to scream at the soft abrasion of his tongue as it slid between her heated folds, her hands fisted in the sheets of her bed, her breath caught in the back of her throat.
    She opened wider, if that was possible, lifting her knees and setting her feet on the bed, her legs trembling as he lightly licked and teased, then pressed his mouth to the tiny bud between those tender folds and sucked it gently. The pleasure was so intense she bit her lip to keep from crying out, and the sight of his head between her legs as he pleasured her so wickedly was almost as arousing as his skillful torture.
    There was nothing in the world except the exquisite need building inside her, and when he took his fingers and parted her folds to give him more access, she shattered into a thousand pieces as he covered her wet heat and lathed her with his tongue.
    He kept her there on that trembling peak until she gasped, “Stop! Oh God, Stephen, I can’t take any more.”
    Limp, replete, she was barely aware that he had moved back over her until she felt him kiss the side of her neck, nuzzling the curve of her shoulder as he settled between her unresisting legs. “Do you mind if I borrow your luscious body for a moment, Tori? I believe it’s my turn.”
    Her lashes fluttered open at the amused passion in his voice. Looking into his blue eyes, she murmured huskily, “Help yourself.”
    “This won’t take long.”
    His eyes closed as his crest prodded her entrance, then pushed slowly inside, and she could see the tension and hunger in his face, and the quick rise and fall of his broad chest. Sucking in a breath, she felt him fill her, stretching her wide, pulsing inside her sensitized passage with blatant need.
    Through his teeth, he said, “I’m dying for you.”
    “Then take me.” Her voice was hushed.
    “I’m damned close already just from touching you, tasting you.” He withdrew once to surge forward, and a second time, and on his third plunge he shuddered and stiffened, his entire body going rigid. Victoria could feel the flex of his sex as he climaxed deep inside her, glorying in the rush of hot semen against her womb.
    He collapsed then, rolling to his side, wrapping his arms around her, and whispering against her hair, “So much for noble intentions. I tried, but next time, I promise more . . . stamina. Luckily, we have all night.”
    “You’re staying?” She was shocked, but then again . . . the idea was tantalizing.
    “Just till dawn. Don’t worry I’ll leave discreetly.”
    She shouldn’t let him, she should tell him to go. Still uncertain about the limitations of marriage, even to a man as wonderful as Stephen, she knew him well enough that each time he made love to her brought him closer to proposing. She was rather surprised he hadn’t brought the subject up already.
    But all night? Could she resist such a glorious offer? Victoria lifted up slightly and looked at him as he lay back on her bed, nude and muscular, his body and face as beautiful as his remarkable mind.
    No, he wasn’t the suave and reckless Cosomo, with the moon hanging low over a