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lurched and trembled in his grip, unspeakably noisy as he brought her to the edge. He pushed two fingers into her slick warmth and she cried out, knowing she was about to experience a climax unlike anything her own hand could deliver. Senses scattered, she arched desperately against his mouth, wailing as the ecstasy took her, hands clutching his head, holding him in place in case he slid away before she could milk the last waves. But Elijah stayed at his task, tongue frantic as she convulsed, crying out, legs juddering for long seconds that seemed to go on and on and on.
    Finally she could take no more of his tongue on her sensitive flesh. She pushed his face away, head dropping back, hands supporting herself on the stairs as she realised the discomfort in her back.
    She was sweaty, dishevelled, soaking wet, her hair loose around her face, legs splayed wantonly.
    Elijah remained kneeling between her thighs. He wiped the back of his hand over his mouth and smiled, not lewdly, not smugly, but tenderly at her, and her already hammering heart knocked some more.
    ‘Susanna,’ he said, ‘never have I more enjoyed giving a woman such pleasure in my life.’
    Blood flooded her already flushed face. His countenance was ardent and sincere. She couldn’t bear him like this, preferring the lecherous Lothario. She slid her torn underwear free and yanked her skirts down. He rose to his feet, the bulge in his breeches massive, and held out his hand, but she shrugged it aside. She tried not to look as he not so discreetly adjusted himself beneath his tight constriction. He stepped aside to allow her passage. His saliva filmed her thighs as she headed for the door with her legs unsteady.
    Balling up her drawers, she tossed them back at him. ‘Here. A present for you.’ She slammed the door behind her and ran coatless through the downpour.
    The startled coachman hurried down quickly to help her inside from the thundering rain, and she collapsed against the seat as they raced down the driveway. Susanna trembled violently, eyes closed, reliving every devastating moment of what Elijah had just done to her.

Chapter Seven
    Her mother and sister were not speaking to her the next day. Her father called her solemnly into his office and she sat nervously at his desk while the fire in the grate crackled and popped.
    ‘So,’ he said. ‘Mr Storm.’
    She blushed just to hear his name.
    ‘Your colour tells me everything I need to know.’
    Susanna twisted her hands in her lap. ‘I feel a certain – affinity for the man, father,’ she said. ‘But not at the expense of my mother or sister’s feelings.’
    Edward waved his hand impatiently. ‘Your mother be damned.’
    She gaped at the sedition.
    ‘The man asked for your hand, Susanna. He sat before me and assured me in all honesty, with his hand on his heart, that he would love and cherish you for the rest of his life. And you rejected him summarily!’
    She kept her head bowed. ‘I don’t believe a word he says, father.’
    ‘And why the devil not?’
    She couldn’t tell him about Elijah’s bold, lascivious behaviour. About their intense sexual chemistry that she suspected would fizzle out once she had to wake up next to him every morning and sit opposite him at the breakfast table for the rest of her life.
    ‘I don’t think he wants me for the right reasons.’
    ‘He wants you for the right reasons, my girl. You’re proud, headstrong, intelligent, and fiercely independent. In short, his perfect match.’
    ‘He said that?’
    ‘In so many words. You’ll give him a run for his money. Do you really think your sister could tame a man like him the way you could?’
    She stared at him. ‘Is that what you think? That I could tame him? That he wants me to tame him?’
    ‘Yes.’
    She dropped her gaze, fingers plucking nervously at a loose thread on her gown. ‘I can’t, father.’
    ‘Child, what am I going to do with you?’
    She shook her head miserably, and knew the real reason