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that exact inch or so of flesh, but once a lover’s found it, no more than a kiss or a nibble there will start her purring.”
    What an odd idea. She raised her hand to her throat and rubbed it along the skin from under her jaw to her shoulder and then up again.
    “There,” he said. “The space just below your right ear. Your eyes went wide when you touched it.”
    “You’re being ridiculous.”
    “Not at all.” He set his wine carefully to the side of the blanket and then stretched upward. When his hand dipped under her earlobe and stroked, a tiny tremor went through her.
    “You see?” He smiled, entirely too proud of himself. “I can find similar places all over your body. Along your ribs, on your hip, between your thighs.”
    “It’s no secret that a woman’s sensitive between her thighs.”
    “But do all men know to worship every bit of flesh in that heaven?”
    “And you do?”
    His smile grew broad. “Would you care for me to demonstrate?”
    “I don’t want to get naked out here. Someone might see us.”
    “I can use my hand beneath your skirts. It won’t be as good through your small clothes, but you’ll get a taste.”
    She stifled a grin. She could tell him he needn’t worry about underthings, but it’d be more fun to watch his expression when he found out for himself. “You’ll take your hand away if someone comes by?”
    “On my honor.”
    “Then, yes. Please demonstrate.”
    He slid his hand upward from her ankle, disturbing her dress as little as possible as he reached her calf and then her knee. A bit higher, he stopped, and his eyes went wide.
    “My dear Mrs. Trent. You’re naked under there.”
    “Prepared for our picnic.”
    He stroked her slowly, from her knee all the way to her pussy. “Your cunny has prepared itself for my cock. You’re wet.”
    “Why does that surprise you?”
    He stared up at her face, and his eyes held a lazy, heated look. “I’ve hardly touched you.”
    “But, you will.”
    “Only if you want me to.”
    “I do,” she said.
    He turned his attention to the movements of his hands, visible under the rustle of her dress and petticoats. With the same attention to detail he’d shown with his kiss, he caressed every curve of her thighs, just grazing the lips of her pussy. They felt heavy and full, swelling to part and invite his fingers to explore.
    Suddenly, the air went thick, and she had to concentrate to pull enough into her lungs. Warm honey seemed to flow in her veins and pool at her sex. Moisture seeped out of her, and he smoothed it like a lotion into her skin.
    “You’d like me to slip a finger inside you and then rub it over your pearl.” He made it into a simple statement of fact.
    “I would,” she whispered.
    “Would you beg for it?”
    She bit her lip and shook her head.
    “What if I were to give you a taste of what I can do?”
    “I still wouldn’t beg.” Although she’d tried to keep her voice even, it wavered.
    He chuckled. On his next pass, he parted her lips and probed with one finger at the entrance to her sex. She couldn’t help but gasp. It felt so good. Not as glorious as if he’d eased his cock into her. Just enough to tease, to promise at future pleasure.
    “You want me inside you,” he said.
    “Yes.” That came out on a whimper.
    “In the right position, I could plunge my cock into you and toy with your clitoris at the same time.” This time, she didn’t even try to stifle her moan of pleasure.
    “Would you beg for that?”
    “No.” Yes. Yes, I’d beg.
    “Are you sure?”
    She gritted her teeth and fought for control. For some distraction from how his touch set her every nerve to thrumming. Breathe deeply. In and out. Breathe, breathe.
    He pressed a finger inside her again, and her muscles clenched around him. Then, without warning, his thumb rubbed over her clitoris.
    “God,” she cried as her whole body jerked. Something splashed, and wetness soaked into her dress.
    Her wine. She hadn’t put it