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eyeing her where she sat on the short sofa.
    “Not really,” Lady Abigail answered honestly. “I know they lie down in the same bed, and somehow babies are magically created.” She shifted uncomfortably. “However, I’ve always suspected that there was a little more to it than that.”
    He chuckled, asking, “Have you ever seen a naked man?”
    “Of course not!” she maintained vehemently. “When would I have?”
    “How about a painting? Perhaps a statue.” She shook her head. “Maybe one of your brothers when they were bathed as children?”
    “I was never allowed to watch or help. It simply wasn’t done.”
    James crossed the room and settled himself next to her, not touching but nonetheless feeling the caress of her all the way down his body. Her unique smell filled the space around him, and it flowed over him like a carnal cloud, stimulating his senses.
    In profile, her face was perfectly assembled. The high, smooth brow, the long lashes, the adorable nose, the full lips. Combined with the swell of her breast, the tuck of her waist, the flair of her hip, she was an outrageously beautiful female who had tickled his fancy on more than one occasion during the past few days and nights.
    Remarkably, he’d suffered numerous moments of physical and emotional turmoil as he’d pondered her request, where their assignations could lead, what her acquiescence would mean. Especially after Michael had provided the informationregarding her lofty station, he had been unable to keep her far from his thoughts. Even his dreams had been disordered by her, and upon rising, his tangled sheets were proof of how he’d tossed and turned, fantasizing about her both consciously and unconsciously.
    As he’d grasped when they first met, aiding the woman presented numerous erotic possibilities—none of which he had the least interest in resisting. He’d always been called a bastard, for reasons having nothing to do with his birth, and in light of his plans where she was concerned, many would likely consider his base character to be showing its true form. But he didn’t care.
    He wanted her. It was as simple as that. And he intended to have her—eventually.
    From the start, he’d been devastatingly attracted to her. She stroked his male temperament in a fashion that had only happened previously on the rarest occasions. He was a man of vast experience with women, possessed of a strong sexual drive, and he seldom declined what was offered, so he understood well what was occurring whenever he drew near to Abigail Weston.
    They were intimately compatible in a manner he could not deny. Whether she gave off a specific scent, a vibration, a chemistry, he didn’t know, but he was aware of her on a plane that was different from the other females who orbited his universe, and he was glad. For so long, he’d been searching for a diversion from the lackluster carnal encounters in which he regularly engaged. The lovers with whom he consorted were always possessed of great skill. They could and would do the most flagrant, wanton, even perverse things in their attempts to please him, but, quite simply put, he was bored with all of them.
    Discontented, unhappy in his personal affairs, he was perpetually seeking the type of hot desire that had come so easily when he was young and sexual congress was still so new. Without exception, each moment of each encounter had been breathtaking. He wanted to discover the path back to those heady times, and he couldn’t prevent himself fromhoping that perhaps he’d found it in the slender blond sitting next to him. Everything about her aroused him.
    Even now, just from being near her, his trousers were tight, his loins uncomfortable, and the two of them had yet to commence. He simply couldn’t quit thinking about her and what he would like to do with her, and he didn’t intend to stop himself from enjoying any pleasures he might ultimately encounter. Of course, she didn’t realize his plan; she thought