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Did Lizzie’s voice waver slightly? “There is nothing silly about it. It is vastly attractive.”

“Perhaps, but it is very much in the way at the moment.”

“Hardly very much…there’s not enough there for that.”

“True, but anything is too much.” She took a deep breath, causing her breasts to rise delightfully. “I want my skin against yours—nothing in between.” She smiled up at him. “Don’t you think that is a good plan?”

“Yes.” Definitely. All of him thought so.

He began to hope this would work.

“Are you thinking, Robbie?”

“What?”

“You are not to be thinking or planning or most importantly worrying. You are just to do as you are told, understand? Now, please remove my nightgown.”

“My pleasure.” He took the hem. The silk of the cloth was nothing compared to the silk of Lizzie’s skin. He flattened his palms on her thighs, taking his time. Over her hips, her waist. She raised her arms. Her breasts rose invitingly. He stopped to drop a kiss on one nipple.

“Ack!”

“Hmm?” He pushed the gown up higher so he could see her face. “You didn’t like that?”

She pulled her arms free. “I
loved
it. I would like much more of the same.”

She took his hand and pulled him toward his bed. His shy little organ was going along quite enthusiastically. In fact, it was leading the way.

She pushed him to sit on the edge of the mattress, then spread his knees and stood between them. She cupped his jaw and put her mouth on his. He waited to see what she would do.

She licked the seam of his lips.

She pulled back and looked him in the eye. “Open your mouth, sir.”

He grinned and did so. She resumed her explorations.

Her tongue was small and agile. Her hands stroked his cheeks, his hair, his shoulders, his back, and finally the part of him that was most enjoying this game.

“Are you thinking about anything, Robbie?”

“Huh?” Her fingers glided up and down his length. They felt beyond wonderful. He blinked at her. She had a very self-satisfied smirk on her face.

“Have I animated your animal instincts? Do I have you mindless with lust?”

He laughed. “I am most assuredly moving in that direction.”

“Splendid.” She paused. Her smile wavered. “Um, what should I do now?”

Was his little wanton running out of ideas?

“Perhaps I should do something. I’d like to taste your lovely breasts. They are dangling here so invitingly.”

“They are too little to dangle.”

“Really?” He drew his finger down the slope of one perfect globe. “If you say so. May I taste one—or both—anyway?”

She flushed.

“Very well. Taste away.”

He cupped her breasts and put his mouth to one nipple. He circled it with his tongue, licked, and sucked.

Lizzie moaned. Her hands were now gripping his shoulders. He ran one hand down her stomach and dipped his finger in the opening between her thighs. It was delightfully wet.

“Oh.” She pushed away from him. She was very flushed. Her bosom heaved in the most entrancing way. “Lie down, sir. I believe it is time to proceed to the next step in my plan of seduction.”

“Yes, my lady.”

He stretched out in the middle of his bed. She knelt beside him and just looked at him, all of him. Her gaze was torture—he needed her touch. He needed to touch her. He reached for her, but she scooted back.

“Not yet.” She was studying his groin. Damn. He had no problem with stiffness at the moment. He was so stiff that he ached.

“Soon?” he croaked.

She kissed his belly and moved lower.

“Soon,” she said, and put her mouth over him.

Oh, God. He spread his legs to give her more freedom to roam. Her delicate touch was driving him mad. Her hand cupped his sack while her mouth…her tongue…. He was going to explode.

She sucked on him and his hips lifted off the bed.

She laughed. “Amazing.” She dipped her head again.

No. Enough. He was not going to spill his seed outside her beautiful body, and if he didn’t stop her immediately that was a definite possibility.

He flipped her onto her back.

“My turn.”

He was so much stronger than she. Not that she wanted to struggle with him. She had enjoyed playing the game—more than enjoyed. But she was ready for him to take the lead now. She had reached the limits of her imagination.

His hands moved over her.

Um.
She could feel her imagination expanding.

Oh.

Oh my.

He was kissing her breasts. And licking them. She arched up to encourage him to concentrate on her nipples. He laughed, sending little puffs of air across the sensitive peaks.

“Hmm. You are giving me ideas, Lizzie.”

“Good!”

He laughed again and flicked her with his tongue.

“Ah!”

He repeated the action.

She twisted on the bed. The cool air made her nipples tighten unbearably.

He bent his head once more. This time she caught him and held him where she wanted him.

“Such a demanding wife you are.”

“Yes. I—oh!”

He sucked on her and she thought she would die. She ran her hands through his hair, over his shoulders, down his back.

Now another part of her was demanding attention. Fortunately, his hands were moving in the correct direction, though not swiftly enough. She spread her legs, arched her hips.

He pushed down gently on her belly, dropping her back to the bed. He moved up to kiss her.

“So impatient, Lizzie.”

She could barely speak. Her breath came in short gasps.

“Yes. I’m done with being patient.” She wiggled under his hand. “Hurry up!”

“And what exactly do you want?”

“I don’t know!” She wanted to wail—perhaps she did wail. She arched her back, but his hand low on her belly kept her hips down. She was aching there. The space between her legs was wet and empty. She needed him now.

“Touch me.”

“Still giving orders. I think I will be in charge for a while.” He kissed her nose. “I
am
touching you.”

She could weep with frustration. “No, you are not. Not in the correct location. Stop playing with me. I need you—desperately—to touch me there.”

“Hmm? I wonder where ‘there’ is.” He spread his fingers so they just grazed the hair below her belly. “Here, perhaps?”

“Yes! No. Lower.”

“Lower? Here?” His finger was just a shade too high.

She tried to flex her hips, to bring the aching part up to his touch. She could not move.

“Lower. Please. Lower.”

“Lower?” He kissed her slowly and thoroughly. He grinned down at her. “Here?”

Finally. The tip of his finger found her. She squeaked and he kissed her again.

His finger felt wonderful—but it wasn’t moving. It needed to move. She wiggled her hips and he laughed.

“You know, I have a splendid idea.”

“What?”

He lifted himself off her before she could grab him. His wonderful finger left, too.

“Robbie, that is not—”

She emitted a very unladylike scream. He had replaced his finger with his mouth. His tongue. His very mobile, very clever, wonderful tongue.

The force of her pleasure caused her to sit bolt upright.

He had died and gone to heaven. He had Lizzie’s taste in his mouth; he was surrounded by her smell; he had just brought her to screaming ecstasy.

She flopped back on the bed. Her knees relaxed, opening even further. He studied her beautiful center, giving it one last, long lick.

She shuddered.

He moved back over her body, positioning himself to enter her.

He hesitated. Could he? Would he—

“Are you thinking again?”

Lizzie’s voice was still weak from pleasure. He smiled. God, he loved her.

Suddenly he loved her even more. She reached down and took him in her hands, gently cupping his sack, stroking him, rubbing him over her wetness.

“Now, Robbie. Please. I want you. I’m ready. Come in.”

She pulled him forward, flexed her hips…

He slid deep inside her.

God. Dear God.
He sent his Maker a fervent prayer of thanks.

She was wet and tight and hot around him. He lay on her, supporting most of his weight on his arms. He felt her breasts flattened against his chest, smelled her sweet scent of lemon and woman.

“Did I hurt you?”

“No.” She flexed her hips again and wiggled. He gasped. “Stop talking and
move.
”

A breathy laugh escaped him.

“My pleasure.”

It was. Such pleasure as he’d never felt before. In and out. He felt her tightening around him. In and out. He couldn’t wait. In—

He exploded. Pulse after exquisite pulse, his seed leaving him, filling her; his hope for a son, a daughter, a future. His love given to his love.

Did he feel her contracting around him? He didn’t know. He couldn’t tell where he ended and Lizzie began.

He collapsed onto her, tears wetting his face.

She must have dozed a little. Robbie had lifted himself off her. She missed his weight.

She turned her head. He was lying next to her, watching her.

“That was wonderful.” She stroked his hair and kissed him languidly. “I feel splendidly married.”

He smiled slowly. “You are definitely married now, my love.” He kissed her back. “I hope you didn’t mind me taking over at the end.”

“Not at all.” She grinned. “You did a brilliant job.”

“Thank you.” He stroked her breast. “You cannot imagine what a gift you have given me.”

“Mmm.” Suddenly she didn’t feel so languid. In fact, she was full of energy, eager to repeat the fascinating activities in which they had just engaged.

She slid her hand down his body. He caught it before it reached its destination.

“Lizzie, aren’t you sore?”

She took stock of her body and shrugged.

“Only a little—and I know what will make me feel better.”

“I don’t—”

She brought her other hand more quickly to her target. He was growing nicely.

“I do—and I’d say you are interested, too.”

He laughed. “Of course I am.”

A drop of moisture formed at his tip. She spread it over him with her finger.

“Why did you wait so long to do this?”

He smoothed her hair off her face. “I thought I could not do it. Whenever I tried, the important part of me grew limp and useless.”

She touched his heart and forehead. “
These
are the important parts of you.” She smiled and gently hugged the part that was growing so large. “Though this is nice, too.”

His eyes closed. “Yes.” There was a tremor in his voice. “Thank God for crazy Lady Beatrice.”

“What do you mean?”

“She’s the one who made up the cordial I took this evening. Mmm. Keep doing what you are doing.”

“I don’t think Lady Beatrice’s silly potion had anything to do with what just happened.”

“No? I can’t say for—uh!”

She pushed him onto his back and straddled him.

“As I said, I think Lady Beatrice’s cordial was quite beside the point. I believe it was my inspired performance that did the trick.”

Robbie cupped her breasts and slid his hands down to her hips. “You know, you may be correct.”

“Of course I am.” She laughed and leaned forward to kiss him once again.

And here’s a sneak peek at
Sally MacKenzie’s next novel,
THE NAKED GENTLEMAN…

Chapter One

Viscount Bennington was a terrible kisser.

Meg repressed a sigh. What a pity. She had been willing to overlook his receding hairline, large nose, and frequent petulance, but this was too much. How could she wed a man whose lips felt like two fat slugs? They were trailing wetly over her cheek toward her right ear at the moment.

She should strike him from her list of potential suitors.

Still, he
did
have one of the largest plant collections in England. She would dearly love to have daily access to all that botanical wealth.

The slugs had diverted to her jaw.

How important could kissing be? Only a small portion of one’s married life was devoted to the amatory arts after all. Chances were Viscount Bennington had a mistress or two. He’d only look to her for an heir. Once that task was accomplished, he would leave her alone.

She could do it. More than one woman had suffered through the activities of the marriage bed by lying still and thinking of England. She’d spend the time mentally cataloguing Bennington’s vast gardens.

His lips wandered to a spot behind her ear. She would need a handkerchief to dry her face when he was finished slobbering over her.

She drew in a deep breath, but stopped when her lungs were only half full.

He smelled. The odor was quite pronounced at these close quarters. Thankfully he was only a few inches taller than she, so she did not have her nose squashed against his waistcoat.

And he should have a word with his valet about the state of his linen. There was a thin line of dirt on his collar and cravat.

Eww! He’d stuck his tongue in her ear.

That did it. He could own the Garden of Eden and she would still have to eliminate him from her list of possible husbands.

“My lord!” She shoved against his thin chest.

“Hmm?” His mouth moved down to the base of her neck and fastened there, just like a leech.

“Lord Bennington, please.” She shoved again. None of the other men she’d taken into the shrubbery had been this bold. “You must stop…eep!”

His hands had slid down to her hips. He pulled her tightly against him. She felt an ominous bulge in his pantaloons.

She shoved harder. She might as well be pushing against a stone wall. Who would have guessed such a short, scraggy man would be so immovable?

“My lord, you are making me uncomfortable.”

He pressed his bulge more tightly against her. “And
you
are making
me
uncomfortable, sweetings.” His voice was oddly thick. His mouth returned to her skin. He nipped her shoulder.

“Ouch! Stop that.”

The man was a viscount. A gentleman. Surely he would not do anything untoward in Lord Palmerson’s garden, just yards away from a crowded ballroom.