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mention extremely cruel and bloodthirsty.”
    Connor liked how her eyes lit up with mischief. “Forgive my slip, then. You as a mere downstairs maid would know better, I presume.”
    She had the astounding ability to lift only one eyebrow. It would make her appear lofty if it weren’t for the lopsided grin that spread over her features. “Of course. I dusted the books once a day, you see.”
    “I see. Quite clearly.” Bracing his elbow on his raised knee, he leaned back a little more. “So, tell me something about the maenads I don’t know yet. What I know is give them something to drink and they’d lose all self-control … engage in wild sexual acts in their ecstatic frenzy … But wait.” Connor cocked his head. “That sounds very much like you.”
    Laughing, she set her glass down, shaking her head. “Oh no. Not like me at all. Not typically me anyway. It seems I’ve only recently discovered that side of me. Hmm …” She drummed her fingers against her chin, deep in thought. “The maenads all have different names. That’s something you as a simple seaman might not know.”
    Connor immensely enjoyed exchanging banter with her. Probably more than he should, but he couldn’t care less right then. “They do? So, which one are you?”
    She only gave him an airy flick of her wrist.
    “Ambrosia? Agave?”
    Now as she rubbed her toes against her ankle, a gesture born out of slight discomfort, Connor supposed, he couldn’t help being drawn to the strangely erotic sight of her toes yet again. The movement had the sheet hitch up another notch, revealing a good part of her thighs. Connor let the tip of his tongue trace his upper lip.
    “If you want to know my name, you only have to ask.”
    As if she could read his thoughts, she picked at the sheet until it covered her knees again, cutting through his thoughts, which were foggy with lust.
    “What’s your name?” Connor almost fell for it. Just in time he remembered to add, “But don’t give me just any name. I want your real name.”
    She sucked in a breath and held it, her eyes round as plates for the fraction of a second. “Oh. That I won’t tell you.”
    “You won’t?”
    She shook her head, her mouth a luscious slash of resolve. Well, then. There were other ways for him to cajole the truth out of her.
    “No, I–” She gasped, watching horrified as Connor moved onto all fours, stalking around what was left of their dinner to stop near her feet. “What are you doing?”
    He saw her breath catch as he wrapped one hand around a slim ankle. “All this time I was wondering whether you were shy or just a tease.” He pulled her legs apart, slowly forcing her from her side to her back leaning on her forearms. “Now I know. But you should understand that two can play that game.”
    “What game?” She sounded confused.
    Connor’s seeking hands moved up her calves to caress her inner thighs.
    “Oh,” she breathed, her head wobbling.
    He hummed at her willingness, so unspoiled and, in a way, innocent. If she’d been a doxy, she’d have faked more pleasure. As it was, she was all the more exciting for him. Her reaction fueled his enthusiasm and he lay between her legs, nudging them farther apart with his shoulders.
    His cheek rested just below her hip when he blew purposefully strong breaths across the nub of her sex.
    “Ohh,” she gasped again and rolled her hips once.
    “Tell me your name,” he whispered just loud enough for her to hear. His lower lip nudged her bud twice. He could smell her need, saw her hunger beading on those pretty ginger curls.
    “Connor …” She had such an alluring, wanton sigh.
    Two fingers delved into her already slick core, pressing down and stroking deep but slow, pushing in and sliding out just a little until she writhed and her sighs turned into soft moans.
    Her breath became shallow pants when his thumb began tickling her tight rosebud. Connor’s mouth watered for her sweet cream and he leaned down, his lips