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deserted her. Gently he drew her hand up the length of his shaft, to the round head that pushed
impatiently against the taut broadcloth.
A ragged sound escaped him, and he tugged at her blouse, filled with gratitude to whoever had designed
a garment that made a woman s body so mercifully accessible. Her exposed breasts gleamed in the
firelight, their tips soft and pale pink. Lottie turned her face to the side, her eyes tightly closed. Pulling her
farther over his lap, Nick cradled her in one arm, while her bottom rested on the rigid mound of his
erection. His calloused fingers slipped beneath one bare breast, lifting the silken weight to position her for
the slow descent of his mouth. A quiver went through her as he opened his lips over the tender nipple,
stroking until it strained against his tongue. Lottie s hands half-raised as if to push him away, but suddenly
her fingers clutched around the lapels of his coat, and she let out a whimper of pleasure. The sound
electrified him. He used his tongue to trace circles around the stiffening nipple, making her writhe like a
cat in his arms.
While he continued to suckle and tease her breasts, he slid his hand beneath her skirts, finding the plain
hem of her drawers and the thick cotton garter that fastened her stockings. Becoming aware of the hand
that intruded beneath her skirts, Lottie clenched her legs together, a crimson blush spreading over her
face and breasts. He caressed her over the crumpled linen, sliding his palm over her hip and stomach,
then moving to the soft curls lower down.
Don t, she said, her eyes still closed.
Nick kissed the pink curve of her throat and the fine edge of her jaw. Her skin was so thin and satiny
that it was almost translucent. He wanted to kiss her from head to toe. That s not how a mistress talks,
he whispered. Are you reneging on your offer, Lottie?
She shook her head, unable to speak as his palm pressed on her mound.
Then spread your legs.
She complied jerkily, her thighs parting, her head falling back against his supportive arm. He caressed
her over the fragile fabric, gently rubbing the hot furrow until the linen became damp beneath his fingers.
He was aroused by her efforts to stay quiet and still, her face turning scarlet, her legs stiffening as he
teased her intimately. Finally she moaned and clutched at his wrist imploringly.
That s enough, she gasped.
His cock pulsed violently beneath her. Is it? he whispered, sliding his fingers into the open slit of her
drawers. I think you want more.
Her body jerked in his lap as he found softly matted hair& plump silken flesh& the wet entrance to her
body. Kissing the arch of her throat, Nick played with the velvety thicket. Sweet little curls, he
breathed near Lottie s ear. What color are they, I wonder? Blond, like the hair on your head? Or
darker?
Shocked by the question, Lottie stared at him with an unfocused gaze.
It s all right, he said, opening the soft cleft. I ll find out for myself& later.
She arched as he found the tender peak that had been hidden by the protective folds. Oh& oh, God
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Shhhh. He nipped the lobe of her ear. You don t want Westcliff to hear, do you?
Stop that, she said shakily.
But nothing would stop him now. He caressed her skillfully, circling the point of delicate fire. Her
buttocks lifted away from the hard length of his erection as her hips strained toward his hand. He brushed
the swollen bud with the calloused tip of his thumb and slid his middle finger inside her, until it was
completely submerged in the luscious channel.
Lottie s breath shortened, and her thighs clamped around his hand as he thrust and withdrew his finger in
an easy rhythm. He felt her inner muscles tauten as she labored and twisted, fighting instinctively for
release from the excruciating tension. Nick lowered his head to her breasts once more. The tips were taut
and rosy now, and he blew against one of them softly before drawing it into his mouth. With his finger
sunk inside her, and her nipple throbbing against his tongue, he experienced a triumph he had never
known before.
Lottie struggled helplessly as climax remained elusive, a moan of frustration escaping her. Withdrawing
his finger from the sweet depths of her body, Nick settled his damp hand on her taut stomach, rubbing in
soothing circles. I ll take care of you later, he murmured. I promise.
Lottie moaned again, arching desperately against his hand. He knew what she wanted, and he longed to
give it to her. His nostrils flared as he detected the heady perfume of female desire. Heat pumped through
him, and he nearly lost all self-control as he thought of burying his face between her thighs, plunging his
tongue inside her&
He shuddered as he forced himself to pull her skirts down, covering the sweet flesh he craved. Westcliff
was waiting nearby, and now was not the time or place to indulge himself further. Later there would be
time to make love to Lottie at his leisure.Patience , he counseled himself, taking a few steadying breaths.
Lottie crawled from his arms and huddled at the opposite end of the settee. She was gorgeously tousled,
her cheeks dewy and deeply flushed in the flickering light. Fumbling with her bodice, she covered her
breasts.
Their gazes met, hers bright with shame, his frankly calculating. And then Nick went in for the kill. I do
want you, he said. In fact, I would probably stoop at nothing to get you. But I don t want you as a
mistress. I want full, irrevocable ownership. Everything that you would have given to Radnor, or
Westcliff.
Realizing what he meant, Lottie stared at him as if he were a lunatic. It took a full half-minute for her to
recover enough to speak. Do you mean marriage? What difference would there be between marrying
you or Lord Radnor?
The difference is that I m letting you choose.
Why would you be willing to shackle yourself to me for a lifetime?
The truth was something that Nick could never admit to her. Because I want the convenience of a
wife, he lied. And you ll do as well as any other woman.
She sucked in a breath of outrage.
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Make your choice, Nick advised. You can keep running, or you can become someone s wife. Mine
or Radnor s.
She gave him another one of those long, searching stares that made the hair on the back of his neck rise.
Damn, he hated it when she did that. Once again he could not blink or look away, and she appeared to
read his thoughts in spite of his will to conceal them.
Yours, she said stiffly. I ll be yours.
And he let out a slow, nearly imperceptible sigh of relief.
Lottie struggled from his lap and straightened her clothes. She went to pour herself some brandy from
the crystal decanter at the mahogany sideboard. She was dizzy, and her knees felt like jelly, which were
good indications that more spirits were the last thing she needed. Moreover, she was still technically Lord
Westcliff s servant, and no one in such a position would ever think of helping herself to some of the
master s liquor. On the other hand, such distinctions had become blurred after the stunning revelations of
the evening. She was bemused by the realization that she had received two marriage proposals in one
night from vastly different men.
And the things that Nick Gentry had just done to her no, she would not think about that now, while her
body still throbbed with the echoes of shameful pleasure. Filling the glass liberally, Lottie grimaced and
gulped the fine vintage.
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