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presented, he couldn’t be sure. Given his peccadilloes, it could be both.
    A flush of pink highlighted her sculpted cheeks, and a sheen of perspiration peppered the delicate hollow of her throat. Her gaze never left his.
    “Still enjoy the thrill of danger, Collette?” He dropped his voice, careful to keep himself motionless. “Is that the thunder of your heart beating? Does your womb weep for me?”
    She caressed the steel barrel against his temple. “Feel free to indulge in your curiosity.”
    “Is your trigger finger steady?”
    Something close to a genuine smile appeared. “You’re good, darling,” she responded. “But not that deliciously good.”
    “We’ll see.” All he needed was a split second of inattention. Enough time for him to wrench her weapon away and force her to reveal what she knew about Giles. “Send your dogs away.”
    Her erotic gaze roamed his face, finally resting on his mouth. “I think not.” She smiled. “Etienne and Philippe won’t mind.”
    Latymer clenched his jaw. Having her two guards in the room complicated things.
    “Do not move your head without my permission,” she said, “or it won’t go well for you.”
    “Then you’re going to have to come closer.”
    “You wouldn’t be foolish enough to underestimate me, would you?”
    He lowered his lids and expanded his chest. “Do I look foolish?”
    She pressed the pistol against his flesh and moved close enough for the tip of her boots to touch his.
    Accepting her challenge, he caressed the backs of his fingers over her silken cheek and down her long, slender neck. Her breasts rose to meet his touch, and the soft, exposed skin above her neckline invited him to linger. He did.
    Back and forth, he teased the plump, sensitive swell of her bosom before dipping his finger underneath her bodice. When his finger connected with her tight nub, she sucked in a sharp breath. The pistol remained steady. So he sank a second finger inside and applied pressure to the ruched bud until a low groan escaped her throat.
    Still, her grip on the pistol did not falter.
    He slid his free hand around her waist, cupping the feminine curve of her torso. After another slow squeeze, he removed his fingers from her bodice.
    “Take me into your mouth,” she demanded.
    Despite his intention to tap down his own desires, her breathy command curled around his cock like silken fingers and squeezed.
    “Will,” she whispered. “I want to feel your hot, slick tongue on me.” She grabbed the neckline of her dress, pulled down the material, and arched her back until her breast broke free of her stiff corset.
    Blood receded from his brain and drove straight into his manhood. He’d always loved her breasts. Plump, creamy smooth, with an enticing dark pink ring encircling an even darker pink tip.
    Saliva drenched his mouth, preparing for the feast she so freely offered. He lowered his head, anticipating the feel of her stiff bud raking against the soft pad of his tongue. Her breast filling his mouth, his hard draw on her peak. Then he no longer imagined the sensation; he plunged in headfirst.
    Flesh against flesh. His eyes rolled closed as a wave of erotic bliss shuddered through his body. He devoured first one breast then the next, not waiting for permission. Taking, taking, taking. Hearing her deep groan of pleasure forced his breath to come harder, his heart to beat faster. The guards disappeared behind a veil of desire.
    Even while his body descended into sensual madness, his mind managed to retain a measure of sanity. He focused on the pistol that she still managed to keep anchored to his temple. 
    He sucked harder, moving his hands to her hips and kneading the area with an expert touch, one both tender and carnal. Closer and closer, he inched his thumbs toward her apex. She rolled her hips, inviting him into her web. He no longer stimulated her flesh but awakened her deepest core of need.
    Grasping her voluminous skirts, he raised them high until the