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the same pleasure he was showing her, but his hand clamped around her wrist, keeping it against his abdomen. Their eyes met and held for a long moment before he started guiding her backwards. When her legs hit the edge of the settee she lowered herself onto it. She panted, her excitement building, as she waited for the feel of his hard body coming down over hers. Instead, he knelt on the floor, facing her.
    “I’ve wanted to taste you since that first time we met,” he said, his voice hoarse with desire as he drew his warm hands along the inside of her thighs, gently coaxing them apart. She shivered as he stared down at her.
    His words confused her. She expected him to touch her there again, between her legs, where she most wanted his clever fingers. When he lowered his head, instead, and pressed his mouth high on the inside of her thigh, her mind momentarily blanked in shock. She allowed him to nudge her limbs wider and closed her eyes against the tumult of sensation pouring through her as his mouth moved higher. Wanton desire curled tightly within her lower belly when he raised her legs to drape them over his shoulders. He trailed a hot, wet path to her slit and the sensation of his warm breath teasing her already sensitive skin was almost more than she could bear. She gasped, her body jerking when she felt the first sweep of his hot tongue.
    She opened her eyes and looked down at him—her blood raced at the sight of his head between her thighs. Her heart turned over even as her desire increased. He swept his tongue along her folds before moving his mouth to tease the sensitive nub where all her need seemed to centre. She collapsed back against the cushions when he thrust first one, then two long fingers into her wet sheath, moving them in and out in time with the strokes of his agile tongue. It was too much. The burning image of his tousled head planted firmly between her thighs, the heavy scent of her own arousal and his talented, persistent mouth sent her plummeting over the edge. Her thighs tightened around his head as waves of unbearable pleasure exploded through her tense body. Her back arched uncontrollably as she cried out with raw, uninhibited joy. He didn’t stop, but continued the slow, maddening movement of his fingers and mouth until she was wrung out, dazed and covered in a fine sheen of sweat. She closed her eyes again, her body limp, as she struggled to catch her breath.
    She didn’t protest when he raised her legs onto the settee and turned her until she was lying down. Only then did he move to join her, his body hovering just over hers.
    “Touch me, Sophie.”
    She could see the strain of holding back in the tight lines of his face. His blue eyes had darkened and a flush touched the edge of his cheekbones. She didn’t think it possible, not after the earth-shattering orgasm she had just experienced, but her desire started to stir again. He was so dear to her and she could no longer imagine what life would be like without him. She would do anything for him. The thought should have frightened her, but it didn’t.
    Remembering how wonderful it had felt when he’d teased her nipples with his tongue, she shifted under him until she could bring her hands and her mouth to his chest. The soft gold hair sprinkled there tickled her cheek as she trailed a line of open-mouthed kisses to one of his nipples. His breath hitched when she flicked her tongue over the hard nub.
    Her confidence growing, she used her hands to trace a path down his abdomen to the waist of his breeches, her nails raking lightly over his warm skin, and she smiled to herself when she saw his body jerk. She reached for the fall of his breeches and her hands fumbled slightly as she slipped the buttons through their housings. He groaned when she slid her hand under his small clothes and wrapped her fingers around his shaft. Given how hard he was, she was surprised at the softness of his skin. She moved her fingers along his length, exploring