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other breast, and he gripped the nipple between finger and thumb, pressing it so that she could feel a jerking motion in her womb.
    “I’m not trifling with you, and you need not tarry. You may be off to your evening of women and frolic.”
    His fingers weaved through her hair, yanking out the combs that had secured it to her head, and it swished down. He wrapped much of the lengthy mane around his fist and used it as leverage to tilt her back. Obviously, he was trying to intimidate her—with his size, with his proximity—and he was succeeding. He was balanced over her, his mouth inches away, his angry brown eyes searching hers for secrets he couldn’t decipher.
    As he contemplated her, he kept on with the manipulation of her nipple, squeezing it severely, though never enough to hurt.
    “Perhaps I won’t go out.” He thrust his loins against her. “Perhaps I’d rather stay here.”
    Her heart did a flip-flop, and she yearned to throw her arms around him, to close the space between them and impertinently put her lips on his, but she managed circumspection. She wouldn’t relent until she was positive he was far past the juncture where he could stop himself.
    “I’m perfectly capable of washing myself,” she said. “I require no assistance.”
    “I believe you’ll have to forego your bath.”
    He rotated her so she was facing him, so her rear was braced on the dressing table, the wood digging into her buttocks. Deftly, he’d pushed her legs apart and finagled himself between her thighs. The nap of his trousers scratched her tender skin, and the friction began to stimulate the feminine areas of her body. At her center, she was growing damp.
    His grip on her hair hadn’t slackened, and he leaned even nearer. “Do you have any idea what happens between a man and a woman when they’re alone?”
    “Yes,” she cheekily declared.
    He tensed, overtly stunned by her response. “Are you a virgin, madam?”
    “What an uncouth boor you are to pose such an indelicate question.”
    “I would hear your answer.” Incensed by the prospect that she might not be, he clasped her shoulders and gave her a firm shake. “Tell me!”
    “There’s one way to find out.”
    “Really? Do you have a fervent wish to be ravished? Or have you already been?”
    She was determined to remain aloof and detached which, under the circumstances, was extremely difficult.
    “I’m twenty-five years old,” she stated with a shrug. She was treading on a perilous ledge, but despite what she might say or do, he’d never abuse her physically. “Are you vain enough to suppose that you’re the only man who’s ever captured my fancy?”
    When his brows quirked up, she knew that was precisely what he’d surmised. Most likely, he inferred that he’d been doing her a colossal favor by lowering himself to wed her. Arrogant, presumptuous Englishman! They’d all postulated that she was some shrewish, homely harridan who’d only been able to snag a spouse because of her father’s fortune.
    Pride and ire renewed her resolve and restored her lagging courage.
    “I had better be,” he warned.
    “Or what?”
    He bristled but didn’t reply, so she persisted. “How could my chastity—or lack of it—possibly signify? You’re not interested in a sexual relationship with me anyway. You made your feelings explicitly clear from the outset.”
    “Maybe I’ve changed my mind, and I’ve decided to impose a few wifely obligations upon you.”
    They would be no great burden , she longed to shout, but she bit her tongue.
    She wanted him to embrace her, to take them to the next level—their asinine agreement be damned. He was holding her in his arms, but it was with an odd, confused sort of exasperation, as though he wasn’t sure whether to kiss her or spank her.
    Tugging on her hair, he dragged her backward so he could survey her bosom and privates. Then he dipped down, and she was certain he was finally going to kiss her. Instead, he nuzzled under