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grazing her aureole as his touch passed over her breast.
 Mmm, she panted, feeling her nipple instantly harden.
He stroked her throat upward in a feathery caress. Rounding her chin, he touched her lips. She closed
her eyes and took his fingertip into her mouth, kissing and sucking it with lavish care. He watched her, his
breathing deepening in the dark.
With his other hand, he grasped her hip and pulled her closer against his big, quivering body. She could
feel the pulsating length of his hardness against her belly and knew he was holding himself in check; she
took rich pleasure in his obedience, his almost passive obliging as he let her have her way with him. More
brazen still, she cupped him through his formal knee breeches. He moaned and dropped his head back
against the door.
Her hand climbed up the length of his arousal, then up his flat belly to his chest, and then she curled her
fingers around his nape and stared at him. He looked at her in tormented ecstasy.
 Come and teach me the pleasure you promised, she whispered,  because I am so ready to learn.
He gave her a half smile so seductive, it sent a thrill all the way down to her toes.
He sauntered over to her bed, leading her by the hand. She sat down on the edge of it and waited,
leaning back on her hands. He bent down and stole her breath with his kiss, petting her breasts gently
through her gown, then he kissed her chest and withdrew with a suave bow to light the candles.
She smiled at that, feeling cherished as he chased away the darkness, lighting every candle in the room.
Her chamber blazed with warm, orange light from the candelabra on the mantel, the taper on the vanity
and the one on the little table near the bed, then Robert drifted back to her, smiling softly with the low,
intimate glow of the flames molding the beloved sculpture of his face with mysterious shadow.
Standing in front of her, he slowly pulled off his unbuttoned coat and dropped it behind him. Bel s
admiring gaze took in the breadth of his wide shoulders, the clean sweep of his taut waist. The gold
buttons on his waistcoat winked in the candlelight as he popped the last few open and shed it, as well.
His loose white shirt of fine lawn had a small frill down the front, which Bel parted as she came up off the
bed, baring his muscled chest and kissing the V of bronzed skin. She trembled with anticipation as he
gathered his shirt in his hands and slipped it off over his head.
Their eyes met. He stared tenderly at her, his moist lips swollen with kissing, his hair tousled.
She stroked and kissed his fine velvety flesh, exploring his powerful chest and sculpted belly. His eyes
were closed as he just stood there, languidly enjoying her exploration.
She rested her hands on his broad shoulders and indulged herself with a leisurely caress down his arms,
savoring every elegant, rock-hard curve of his biceps and strong forearms.
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 You are a... magnificent specimen, Hawkscliffe.
He laughed softly, lifted his lashes and captured her hands when her touch reached his wrists. He wove
his fingers through hers and bent down, kissing her.
For the longest time, they stood like that beside the bed, holding hands and kissing.
 I want to see you, he whispered at last.
A blush rose to her cheeks, but, though shy, she was eager to proceed. She turned around and lifted her
hair out of the way; he unfastened her gown in the back and unlaced her light stays.
Her heart beat faster as he gently slipped the gown off her shoulders. The soft muslin sliding down
against her skin felt incredibly sensuous. It was followed by his hands, lightly skimming her body. She
shivered with desire as he sat down on the bed behind her, grasped her hips, and kissed the small of her
back again and again through her nearly transparent chemise.
When her gown was naught but a pool of white silk on the floor, he sank to his knees and reached under
her chemise. His warm, sure hands moved up her calf to her lace garter and he applied himself to
removing her stockings.
He peeled them down and she stepped out of them. He stood again, his magnificent chest heaving with
desire. Under his long black lashes his eyes had darkened and glittered like the stars at midnight.
She touched his chest gently.  One moment, she whispered.  We don t want you to wind up an
accidental papa.
She started toward the chinoiserie screen so she could make use of the small round sponge with the
thread, just as she had been taught, but Robert stopped her with a soft tug on her wrist. He looked
deeply into her eyes.  Would that be so bad? he asked.
Her heart skipped a beat.  N-no.
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