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go, and more than anything, he wished to see her take pleasure. Without breaking their intensifying kiss, he extended his arm, getting his hand as close to her hem as he could manage. He gathered her sheer blue muslin and satiny chemise to her knees. When his fingers skimmed her stocking-softened knee, she gasped and clamped a staying hand to his.
    "Let me," he whispered.
    The carriage dipped into a rut, sending his fingers deeper between her warm legs. Her accusing eyes went wide. "Jorge!"
    "Please, Yasmine. Let me pleasure you. Give into this day's moon magic."
    Her lids lowered halfway, and her thighs relaxed some. "You feel it, too?"
    How could he help it? It cycles regulated h is entire existence. "Yes. Ease my suffering. Let me touch you."
    She inhaled through her mouth and spread her legs. "I'm beyond wicked," she said, closing her eyes.
    "Lovely, Yasmine." He inched along the linen of her bloomers to the opening that offered her pussy. "You are the least wicked person I know ."
    He took her lips the instant his finger entered her hot, slick crease. Her body shuddered, and she moaned quietly into his mouth. Stroking through her wet folds, he put a hand to her back and enjoyed the writhing his efforts produced.
    His cock hardened. His body quickened. His thoughts centered on how much he wanted to remove his trousers' panel and thrust into her quim. He wouldn't push her that far, however. T hat she allowed even this astounded him . The moon's seduction influenced her far more than he'd thought. Or did something else force her past the walls of moral resistance?
    He circled his finger around her pleasure nub. Her hips began a rhythmic undulation upon the bench. As he encouraged her clit out from under its hood, he added effort to his kiss. He urged her backward, dominating her.
    She was no kitten, though. When he caressed his finger over her exposed clitoris, she grabbed his shoulders and sent her tongue into his mouth. She groaned, a sexy sound that shut down his thoughts and shot a n intense ache of need into his hard-on.
    He allowed a few more strokes of tongue and finger then wrenched his mouth from hers. He struggled for breath. His fingers still worked at her enticing pussy.
    Each pass of his hand caused delicious tremors in her. Above the gathered bodice of her gown, the swell of her breasts shimmied beautifully. Her countenance tightened at the same time her mouth softened and opened. Her head fell backward. She clung to his shoulders.
    "Jorge." She drew upon three long inhales. "Please. Stop."
    Reluctantly, he withdrew his fingers. He buried his face in her voluptuous décolletage and placed a kiss into her sweet cleavage. If only he could stop time and bury his rigid erection into that heavenly depression between her firm tits. Or better, go to his knees and taste her spicy excitement. He'd give a great deal to have her legs around him as he licked her to orgasm.
    Unfortunately, they passed under the stone arch marking the entrance to Grauwolf Haus. He helped her right her gown while willing his cock to flaccid disappointment.
    "You drive me to distraction," he said low, his voice ragged with unsatisfied need.
    She cleared her throat and pressed slender fingers to her cheeks. "I won't say what you drive me to, but it's not good. This is surely the path to destruction."
    "Come inside with me," he said, loath to part with her after such an encounter.
    "No." She turned her attention to the mansion.
    What could he say to make her stay? "I'd like to speak with you."
    "There can be no casual conversation between us, Jorge. We've gone too far in our inappropriate intimacy."
    "I don't wish to make idle chitchat, Yasmine. Please." The carriage came to a halt at the front, but he put his head out and told the driver to continue around to the rear.
    "This is about Youel, isn't it?" She studied him, though she bore kindness in her visage.
    "Yes." The carriage stopped and the door opened. "He's the reason I'm in Rift. I need