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inappropriate for her. She wanted him, he wanted her and she couldn’t pull away even if she wanted to.
    He lifted her up and onto his lap, his mouth devouring hers as he finally learned the taste of this prim and proper woman. And it wasn’t ice in his hands that he felt as he kissed her, he realized. Julianna presented a cool, sophisticated, even icy demeanor to the world but that woman was gone and in her place was this sexy, warm giving woman that heated his blood with her need for him. This woman was fire and heat and he loved the way she was melting into his arms. Her slender arms moving around his neck as she kissed him back, her tiny bottom wiggling on his lap and making him ache to have her, to possess her and put his stamp of ownership on her.
    He wanted her legs around him and he slid his hand down her leg until he found the hem of her dress, his fingers trailing a line of fire along her outer thigh as he explored her soft, perfect skin. It wasn’t enough though. He told himself to slow down, but the little gasps she made each time he touched her in a new place, or even in the places he’d already touched, she still whimpered with the impact and the sounds drove him higher, crazier with the need for this woman only. As he explored, he slid his hands higher, moving the material along with his hand in search of his ultimate goal. He moved slowly, carefully so she wouldn’t be frightened of his caress. She gasped loudly and her fingers gripped his hair when his fingers moved against her upper thighs and he slowed even more, not wanting to go too fast. Despite her current heated response, he suspected that his newly discovered tigress was actually a bit of a fawn and would scatter and return to hiding if he wasn’t careful.
    Julianna couldn’t believe what was happening to her. She was in this man’s lap and she was kissing him and she was actually angry that his hands weren’t ripping her dress off. She needed him with a burning, almost painful need that swamped her and pushed her beyond reason. If she had been thinking properly, she never would have engaged in this kind of activity in the back of a limousine. She knew that it happened, but had always considered it tacky and cliché. But those adjectives were far from her mind at the moment. The only thing she was thinking, if one could actually call this burning echo in her mind as thinking, was more! And faster!
    He shifted so that she was laying underneath him and he had to shake his head to clear it when he felt her body arch against him, her legs sliding against his as she shifted slightly in this new position. “Don’t stop,” she gasped when his hand moved away for a moment.
    “I wasn’t intending to,” he groaned when her hand unbuttoned two of the buttons on his shirt and he felt her long, dainty fingers against his skin.
    As his hand moved higher, he pulled his lips away from her mouth and nibbled on her neck, her collar bone, eliciting gasps or a deep, soulful moan each time he touched her skin. He was on fire for her and he knew that she felt the same way. A part of his mind wanted the drive to her house to last forever while another part of him wanted the ride to end immediately so he could get her into a bed and strip her naked, to enjoy every part of this experience with her in the comfort and privacy of her house or his, he wasn’t picky just so long as she was there just like this.
    His hand moved higher along her leg, feeling the lace top of her stockings and he thought he might just lose it right there with that discovery. The prim and proper Lady Julianna had a slightly sexy side? Where were the pantyhose? Didn’t women in these kinds of dresses wear control top pantyhose? He much preferred thigh highs any day so he wasn’t going to complain. He reveled in this discovery, thinking this was a new part of her that he wanted to explore more deeply.
    He slid his hand higher and felt for the edge of her underwear, hoping and praying