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ravish her.  His reputation would suggest nothing
less.  He was sorely tempted.  Lust for this temperamental
girl struck him again, surprising him with the sharpness of it.
    He winked
and lifted his hands, palms up in supplication, before he clasped them behind
his back.
    Her eyes
widened. 
    Sutton often
thought that so much of seduction could be accomplished with only the mouth and
tongue.  Words, in particular, were incredibly seductive, although he had
found few women who understood that.  This girl in front of him had no
idea how her tart tongue had incited him. 
    The gunmetal
eyes followed his progress.  She said nothing, but her face remained
flushed.  She didn’t order him to step aside.  She didn’t
scream.  The tilt of her head told him she wanted him to kiss her. 
The white column of her neck turned, just so, inviting him to touch it. 
She may not be aware of her actions, but her body knew what it wanted.  He
heard her breathing, like a frightened animal. 
    I really
am a vile man .
    Her gaze
fell to his chest, then, back to his face.  Her breasts lifted towards
him, her body making an unconscious appeal to his.  He sensed deep passion
in the prickly badger.  Sutton leaned forward and caught her scent. 
Green apples on a spring day.  How appropriate.  He loved tart, green
apples.
    A tiny nest
of curls, dainty and fine, hung underneath her ear.  He blew softly
towards the curls, watching them move as if they were caught in a gentle
breeze.
    She
shivered.  Deliciously.  Her hands pressed against the back of the
door as if to brace herself for his attentions. 
    He
considered just reaching around her to open the door and waving her out. 
But she tempted him.  Lured him. 
    Carefully,
he nuzzled the nape of her neck with the tip of his nose, pushing aside the
small tendrils to touch the skin underneath.  Her skin was warm and
soft.  Delicate like fine satin.  He couldn’t help himself.  He
nipped her.
    “Oh!” 
Two hands flew up immediately, like trapped doves, to place themselves on his
chest. 
    Heat jolted
through his chest at her touch.   He wanted nothing more than to wrap
his arms around her, pressing her small form to his.  But he
didn’t.   Instead he inhaled deeply and pressed his lips to the spot
he nipped, savoring the Badger as if she were fine wine. He flicked out the tip
of his tongue and traced a line from the spot to just below her earlobe. 
He took her lobe in his mouth and gently sucked on it.
    “What are
you – oh!” She said again, before she sagged towards him. 
    The
magnificent breasts pushed against him.  He imagined her nipples, the
color of dusky ripe cherries, pushing through the lawn of his
shirt.   The beat of her heart could clearly be seen beneath the
column of her throat. 
    She rubbed
against him, like a cat wishing to be stroked.
    He nearly came
undone then but forced his hands to stay still.  What started as virgin
baiting turned into something else entirely.   Sutton pressed a
gentle kiss to the side of her mouth.  His tongue flicked out to run
against the inside of her upper lip.  Her head moved back an inch,
unaccustomed to the sensation.
    “No.” He
whispered against the corner of her mouth.  “Be still.”
    Her eyes
closed in surrender.  Her touch ran up his chest, fingers tensing as she
made her way slowly up to his neck.  His lips brushed over hers, sucking
on her bottom lip, pulling away gently from her. 
    Sutton’s
heart hammered in his chest from their kiss, a rare and unnerving
experience.  What in God’s name was he doing?
    ***
    Satan
Reynolds kissed her.   Erotically.  Decadently.  And he smelled
of cinnamon.  She wanted this moment to last forever.  The most
notorious rake in London looked at her with seduction.  She should run as
far from this man as possible.   Something about him made her want to
be wicked.  Wanton. 
    A puzzled
look crossed his angelic face as he watched her. His eyes were the