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crying out against his arm as roaring pleasure shook her.
    She had always had to fight for release in her previous relationships, using fantasy and self-stimulation to bring herself to orgasm in the arms of her lovers. This was different. Already her body quaked, her clitoris tingling, her inner walls pulsing as they did before the explosion of orgasm.
    And he hadn’t even moved yet.
    “Look at me,” he whispered.
    She hadn’t realized she wasn’t, but her head was turned into his arm, eyes squeezed shut. Slowly, she peeked at him from the corner of her eye.
    “Wh-why?” she panted, scarcely able to speak when her body was so far out of control.
    “I want to see you,” he said, putting a finger beneath her chin and turning her face fully toward his. “I want to see every moment.”
    He kept his finger there for the first thrust, holding her steady, forcing her to watch him and to be watched in return. He groaned as he slid back and forward, but he didn’t shut his eyes or turn away.
    Olivia forced herself to do the same, even as aching, mind-altering pleasure gripped her. He was magic with his hips, swiveling as he drove into her, hitting every spot she normally only found for herself. And the pleasure she almost always had to reach for rushed at her in a blind fury, taking over as she screamed out an orgasm that shook the walls, rocked the bed and took her over the edge toward a loss of all reason.
    Through it all, she forced herself to hold his gaze as he held hers. It was amazing, for she felt his stare all the way through her, felt him connected to her not just with his body, but with something deeper.
    Finally, the rippling echoes of her orgasm faded and she gasped out a breath she hadn’t even recognized she’d been holding. As he continued to move within her, his thrusts becoming erratic as his face strained with pleasure, she reached up to touch his cheeks. She drew him down and sucked his tongue into her mouth, swallowing his moan of pleasure, so lost in sensation that he barely reined in control long enough to withdraw from her slick body and spend his seed away from them.
    With a groan, he flopped down next to her, dragging her close to press a few kisses along her neck. They lay like that for a short time before Olivia rolled toward him, allowing herself the pleasure of touching his angular face as she stared at him.
    “So ’ow—” She cut herself off in horror. She had just allowed her accent to slip and she darted her gaze toward Malcolm before she corrected herself. “ How did you come to be lurking just outside my door when Violet arrived?”
    He laughed and gave no indication that he had been aware of what she’d said. “I wasn’t lurking.” She arched a brow and he shrugged. “I might have been lurking just a bit,” he admitted. “I actually rode over in the carriage Windbury sent for her. I popped out when we arrived and discreetly…”
    “Lurked in my garden?” she finished for him when he hesitated.
    “You should be complimented,” he said with a wide grin. “It only goes to show you how much I wanted to be here that I would be willing to crouch behind a prickly rosebush to get to you.”
    The words, teasing as they were, warmed her heart and she blushed despite herself.
    “I’m glad you came.”
    “So am I,” he said softly, pressing a few kisses along her shoulder that served to light her flame once again. How could she want him so swiftly and so powerfully? “I needed that.”
    “So did I,” she admitted, her breath catching on the renewed desire. “I admit, it has been a very long time since I did anything that was only for me.”
    He leaned on one elbow, watching her intently for what seemed like forever, even though it was less than a minute. Then he pushed to his knees and caught her hips, flipping her on her back a second time. He slid her closer and then parted her legs gently.
    “I would greatly like to give you something just for you,” he said, voice