Bronwyn Scott's Sexy Regency Bundle (127 page)

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'It's a sheath to prevent us from

a child,' Paine

explained softly. 'Now, we're ready for our true pleasure.'

Julia could not imagine more beyond what she'd already felt but Paine knelt at her stockinged feet and convinced her otherwise. Skilful hands rolled down the and discarded them. Lips

the sensitive

space behind her knees until she thought she would scream aloud from the sensation of it. Heat built inside her, a heat that was damp and scorching all at once as Paine's hands spread her thighs and his mouth nipped seductively at the tender flesh near her woman's core, his breath hot against the triangle of her curls.

Then he was over her, covering her with the length of his form, his sex strong against her leg. Without leaving her, he reached again for the trifle box and retrieved a small vial of oil that smelled of lavender when he removed the stopper and poured some into his hand.

Julia watched, entranced as Paine moved his hand between her legs and gently inserted his oil-slick fingers inside her.

'You're ready for me,' Paine whispered, covering her again and this time it was his sex that found purchase at her entrance. Julia felt him thrust in, just a little at first, and then, to her dismay, withdraw. She cried out her disappointment. Paine smothered the cry with a and entered again, further this time, and withdrew, then again until Julia realised his rhythm and intention.

Secure now that she was not being teased, Julia fitted her hips against his and joined in the rhythm. She felt him plunge deep, felt a sharp stab of pain. He stilled

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inside her as she breathed a cry into his mouth and waited until she urged him onwards.

Deep inside her now, their rhythm increased, the pressure grew, spiralled to new levels. Not even his kiss could silence her moans of delight. In this new pleasure, she was free. She was not bound to the earth or to anything on it; beneath Paine

she was flying,

soaring. When she felt she could not soar any higher, she felt her core fracture into countless pieces, the pressure that had built in her since his

touch finally assuaged.

She was boneless and drifting in a new satisfied world, aware only that Paine, too, had seemed to reach a level of fulfilment, contentment. He, too, had cried out at the last and now rested against her, his weight a warm reminder of their intimacy as sleep took her.

Chapter
Four

awoke to the scent of lemons mingled with the musk of sex and the warmth of another body cradled against his own, his arm draped over the lush curve of a breast. It was a heady awakening.

Images of the evening came back to him with clarity: Julia Prentiss in her delectable aquamarine gown begging him to ruin her, her green eyes shrewdly assessing him as she made her plea; Julia naked on his bed, weeping for his caress as he initiated her to the pleasures of lovemaking; Julia crying out as the final moment of their joining took her to untold heights, her hips arched high into him, her head thrown back on the pillow as she gave way to unabashed ecstasy.

At that moment, all pretence of doing a duty, of thwarting her fate with her madcap scheme, had fled from her thoughts. He'd seen her eyes darken the moment she'd submitted fully to the pleasure between

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them, when business had ceased. She'd been utterly his, and utterly without artifice.

Everything in that instant had been truth. Not just for her, for him, too. He'd cried out at his pinnacle, feeling his own climax completely, devoid of the usual restraint he practised. It was his wont to give pleasure, not to take his own, not to give in to anything beyond the physical fulfilment of the act.

Last night had been disturbingly different. He'd found he could not hold back the emotional tide that surged at the sounds of Julia's bliss beneath him. He had given into temptation-a temptation that he rarely felt, if ever-and joined her at the height of her rapture.

The act of doing so was somewhat alarming, perhaps a sign of vulnerability in himself that he had thought long suppressed. Perhaps he wasn't as changed by his years abroad, his studies of the human condition, his adventures in far-off lands, as he had believed. There was danger in that. He'd been exiled once before for behaving rashly on behalf of a woman. He'd promised himself not to let such foolishness take him again.

Julia stirred beside him, nesting her buttocks against his groin provocatively in her sleep. He flared to life, his body responding immediately to the inadvertent invitation. He tamped it down. He'd taken her twice more after their first joining. She'd be sore this morning. He should refrain until she'd had a hot bath and soaked away the initial soreness. But neither could he lay by her side, playing the neutral eunuch. If he was to grant her a respite, he had to keep himself occupied.