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seem to stay away from me—but back to our experiment. You see, I believe when two people kiss, their souls mingle.” She grasped the lapel of his coat and pulled him closer, teasing him with the sweetness of her breath. “I believe ours will recognize each other, realize we belong together and refuse to separate.”
    He shook his head at such a fanciful notion. But at least it would mean he’d be able to kiss her for the next quarter hour. If by that time he hadn’t reduced her to quivering longing and rendered her willing to surrender to his plan of making her his mistress, he would entertain serious doubts about his manhood.
“Very well, Delphinia. Anything for science.”
     
    Del thought she’d be in control. She’d braced herself for what was sure to come, but Tristan’s kisses were like being swept along in a flood. She was helpless. Totally under his spell. Control was an illusion.
    He bracketed her face in his large hands and didn’t simply kiss her. He took her mouth. He ravaged it. He made love to her lips and stole her virtue with his tongue. When he plunged between her lips, longing made another part of her weep for him to steal her there, too.
    The bruising possession, the teasing invasion, she accepted it all. He whisked the breath from her lungs and replaced it with his own. Since it had been hours since his valet had scraped his jaw clean that morning, a rough bit of stubble strafed across her cheek. A frisson of something that was a cross between pleasure and pain danced over her skin.
    Right and wrong, good and evil—every line in her life blurred.
    But he was there.
    And that was as good and right and pleasurable as life could get.
    Everywhere she touched, he was hard. Hard arms, solid shoulders, ungiving chest. She didn’t dare let her caresses wander lower. The way he pressed against her belly, she already knew he was hard there, too.
    Tristan abandoned her mouth and began kissing his way down her neck.
    “I only said you could kiss me,” she said, plucking at the ribbon binding his queue so she could twine her fingers in his hair.
    “Yes, but you didn’t say where.”
    His hands dove into her bodice and he lifted her breasts above the whalebone and lace. Then he lavished kisses on her bare skin, skimming his lips over the aching tips till she whimpered. His tongue flicked her nipples with each pass, making her squirm in frustration. Finally, he took one into his mouth and suckled while he massaged the other between his thumb and forefinger.
    A secret fire sizzled from her breasts to the folds between her legs. She’d never felt so achy and swollen and moist .
    All thoughts of anything so high-minded as their souls mingling fled from her brain. All she could think was how delicious it would be to join her body to this man’s. Surely he’d still the insistent throbbing, the second heartbeat that centered itself in her womb.
    As he tugged at her breasts, he pulled the yards of fabric of her drooping skirts higher. It was a good trick in their cramped quarters, but she soon felt his hands on her bare thighs above her gartered stockings. When she’d slipped off her panniers and let her skirts brush her bum and legs, she’d thought it a sensual delight. The swish of muslin and layers of silk was nothing compared to a man’s questing fingers.
    He dallied in the curls at the apex of her thighs, while he continued to suckle her breast. There were so many sensations sparking in her it was impossible to know where to focus. Pressure built inside her like a spring being wound too tight. When he slipped two fingers between her moist folds, she bit her lip to keep from crying out.
    “There she is,” he murmured. “Ready to come out and play.”
    It did feel as if a small part of her had swollen up under his touch. She tilted her pelvis into his hand. “What is it?”
    “Your little pearl, my dear one.” He circled the tiny bump with his thumb, spreading her warm moisture over it. “A