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high hedges and tumbled stone walls. The wind was still brisk and the salt in the air stung against his lips. It was surprisingly invigorating.
    “This road circles around the property and comes out at the rear of the house.”
    Her voice was almost snatched away by the wind. He nodded and held out his hand and she hesitated.
    “No one can see us from the house, can they?”
    “I suppose not.”
    “Then hold my hand.”
    “It seems somewhat juvenile.”
    He grabbed her anyway and tugged until she collided with his chest. “Because you want so much more now?”
    “That’s not what I meant, I—”
    He kissed her hard, sliding his tongue between her salty lips and possessing them. With a stifled moan she kissed him back, one hand coming around his neck, the other to rest on his coat. He dragged her even closer and drew her backward into the shelter of the wall, away from prying eyes and the bite of the rain.
    Even as he kissed her, he pulled off his glove and had his hand under her skirts, searching out her warmth and her slick bud. She gasped at the coldness of his fingers but he didn’t stop. He’d make her warm soon enough, God, he’d make her burn like he did.
    He thumbed her clit until he felt it throb and swell into his touch and then slid one finger deep inside her.
    “Do you like this?” he murmured against her lips. “Do you want more? I want you.”
    “How do you want me?”
    He smiled into her mouth at her bravery. “In every way I can.” He added another finger and curled them around making her tighten even more around him. “If you can imagine it, I can give it to you. What do you desire?”
    “I can’t tell you that!”
    He bit her lip. “Why not?”
    “It’s not ladylike .”
    “Sex isn’t ladylike, Miss Pelly. It’s about need and skin and wanting someone so badly that you’ll do anything they want, whenever they want it.”
    “Then tell me! You’re the rake!”
    He added a third finger and her hips angled upward taking him deeper. He gathered her arse in his spare hand, and she ground herself against his moving fingers.
    “I want to know what you want. How do you want to fuck, Miss Pelly?”
    “Like the woman in the picture.”
    “Which one?” He held his fingers deep and still until she looked up at him. Her blue eyes were glazed with passion, her lips swollen from his kisses and her cheeks flushed. He didn’t think he’d ever seen anything more desirable in his life.
    She swallowed hard. “The one where she is tied to the bed and the men . . .”
    He squeezed his fourth finger inside her so that she was practically fucking his whole hand. “The men are what?”
    “Fucking her like that, and she can’t escape them.”
    “You want me to tie you up?” He imagined it as her muscles contracted and flexed around his embedded fingers. “I could do that. I would enjoy it immensely.”
    “Oh, God . . .” She started to climax and he thrust his fingers in and out of her quickly, his thumb working her clit as she trembled around him.
    She buried her face against his coat and he let her rest there. One hand now on the back of her neck as she slowly recovered her breath. He set her slightly away from him, and put his glove back on.
    “It’s a promise, then.”
    She took his arm and allowed him to escort her back to the house.

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    So much for his promises.
    Faith sighed. She’d been disgracefully direct about her desires. He’d left her at the front door of the house, kissed her hand, and walked away, not to be seen since. Her mother had said he’d been closeted in his room answering his correspondence, but surely that didn’t take all day? Everyone else had gathered in the drawing room before dinner, but not him.
    Margaret was smiling as she came to sit beside her.
    “Where’s your admirer this evening?”
    “How would I know?”
    “Oh, dear, do I detect a note of sullenness in your voice? Did the great man abandon you for another?”
    “You are not amusing,