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him as she did it.
    When she reached his legs, she washed his thighs, learning the shape of a man’s leg… so different from the slender shape of her own. His hair was rough under her fingertips, the contained power in his thighs unbearably erotic. She kept going, letting her hair fall over her face so that she didn’t embarrass herself.
    But without a word he reached out and tucked her hair behind her ear. She knew that he could see raw lust on her face, even as she washed his feet.
    When she finished, she dried him off with a soft towel, touching every part again with a softer stroke, a sweeter kind of torture. Her breath came fast by the time she reached his shoulders.
    Neither of them had said one word. She hadn’t met his eyes. She had no idea whether he remembered asking her to wash off the blood.
    By the time she had finished drying the strong column of his neck, Grace didn’t know what to do next. Her body felt wrung with desire. Every time she touched him she felt a stab of heat in her body. And yet, she didn’t know what to do.
    “Would you order me to do something else?” Colin asked. His voice was low and inviting. “I’m at your service, Grace.”
    She shook her head, feeling desperately embarrassed. It was different, making love when the sun was streaming in the windows. She was overwhelmed by a feeling of impropriety.
    Colin made a stifled noise and then surged up, hauling her into his arms. A moment later she found herself tucked under his body, and all the anxiety and embarrassment drained out of her.
    Her legs were spread, pressed to the bed by his weight, and her silk gown was up around her thighs. “I want you,” he growled.
    Grace’s heart thumped at the wildness that entered his face. This was the Colin only she saw: the one who existed only for her. “I’m yours,” she breathed, reaching up to give his ear a little bite.
    In response, he pushed down the bodice of her nightgown. His mouth at her breast drew a cry from her. When he added in a hand, kneaded and suckled and caressed her, she bent her knees and began to plead… Instead, he moved back and lowered his head between her legs.
    Grace stared at the ceiling, hardly seeing the boards over her head while Colin licked and petted her, making her writhe and cry out, over and over.
    Finally, he said, voice dark and lust-filled, “Fair warning. I’m going to give you an order, Grace. I want you to come.”
    So she did.
    And then he put her on her hands and knees and tucked her under his big chest, and touched her again until she was whimpering, and finally, finally slid into her.
    It was wild and fierce and a bit out of control. By the end, they were both panting and covered with sweat and altogether improper.
    After bathing, they ate breakfast in their room. Thankfully, the carriage sent by the duchess arrived, along with some clothing. Grace’s maid reappeared, broken wrist in a sling. They sent her and Ackerley back to London, and continued on to Arbor House by themselves, with no more escort than the coachman and a groom.
    “We’ll send him to the village, and we can be alone in the house. I’m sure the servants have all been sent home; that’s what my mother always does when they are not in residence.”
    Grace laughed. “And what shall we eat, Captain Barry?”
    “Mr. Barry now,” Colin said. “I will find someone to cook. I will provide for you always, Grace.” She gave him a kiss. “And I will be your maid,” he added.
    In the carriage, he decided to practice unlacing her gown. But one thing led to another… “Maids never rip their mistress’s clothing,” Grace informed her almost-husband. “You’ll be lucky if I don’t terminate your service.”
    He laughed, but his eyes were still hungry, and then he reached up and banged on the roof of the carriage, and shouted, “Find an inn, Grimble!”
    “We’re only six or seven hours from home,” Grace pointed out.
    “We’re stopping for the night. I want you