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add." She paused, gathering her thoughts. "You might want to reconsider your plan of – of seducing a woman of my years. You – you might find me – wanting."
    "Ah, no, m'lady." Thomas stepped closer. "You're like a wine fine that grows richer with the passing years."
    She nearly snorted. "Flattery, Thomas? How droll of you."
    "'Tisn't flattery if it's the truth, m'lady – Chastity," he added on a whisper as his hand reached out to tuck a wayward tendril of hair behind her ear.
    She quivered.
    "I've bed many women. Ay, I won't lie about that." He took another step closer and then another until she felt his breath on her face, wanted to close her eyes, but didn't dare.
    "But I've always preferred the ... more seasoned ladies." He sounded as though he were choosing his words with care.
    "And why is that?"
    He lifted one brawny shoulder in a Gallic gesture and made her think very much of knights and ladies and deeds of daring. "They likely know what they're doing," he finally replied. "And they don't weep overmuch."
    "Weep? Weep? You choose a bedmate because she doesn't cry?"
    He smiled toothily and she felt like a mouse caught in a trap. "Well, perhaps she might weep from joy, but not from regret."
    "You have a high opinion of yourself."
    Thomas took another step closer and now she felt his chest against her breasts, the firm jutting of him again her belly. Delicious, distracting shivers ran down her spine, and the intimate place between her legs seemed to gush with wetness.
    She pulled her dignity around her like a cloak. "Is that why you chose me?" she whispered after a moment. "Because I – I'm seasoned?"
    He took a step backward and she immediately felt the loss of his warmth, his large hot body. He looked away quickly, but not before she saw a wave of what might've been regret pass over his features.
    "No, no." He sighed deeply and looked back at her. "I fear I'm going to very much regret this liaison with you, my lady. Married you may be, but I'd wager a great deal that you are not very experienced."
     

 
    Chapter 9
     
    Thomas stepped toward Chastity, ran his hands from her shoulders to her wrists. "Tell me to go and I will."
    "Go." She bit her bottom lip. "Don't – don't go."
    "There'll be no regrets later?"
    "Stay."
    Never taking his eyes from her face, Thomas thumbed open the buttons of her gown until he reached her hips. He spread the fabric apart to feast his eyes upon her breasts. They were full and firm with small pink nipples and no stretch marks. She looked as fresh as a young virgin.
    He cupped one breast, teased the nipple with his thumb and watched her close those violently blue eyes. "You like that."
    She moaned.
    His tongue followed his thumb as he licked her nipple, gently at first then rougher.
    She groaned.
    Using his teeth, he nipped at her, then took as much of the luscious breast into his mouth as he could and sucked – slow and sensually, then harder with each draw. She panted, moaned, writhed as his hands held her hips firmly against his cock. He came up for air. "You like that?"
    "Yes, oh yes."
    "More?"
    "Harder." She urged his head downward, clutched her fingers tightly in his hair, and threw back her long, white throat.
    And Thomas set about the challenge of making Lady Chastity come from his very thorough assault on her breasts. And such splendid breasts they were, he felt he might release himself prematurely, right here, right now on her very lovely belly.
    "Talk to me," he encouraged, "as he laved her, teased her, worshipped her with his lips, mouth, and tongue. "Tell me what it feels like, what you want."
    "I – I can't," she panted, her breath growing more labored by the second.
    "Tell me," he demanded, nipping a bit harder at her nipple.
    "Oh, God, yes. It's – heavenly. Intense. More, I want more. Harder, much, much harder."
    He continued his work for long moments while she writhed against him, ground her hips into his loins, seeking for his cock, he knew. Christ, he wanted