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thighs. When her skirts were folded back to her waist, he paused again and looked up.
    If she had thought the image of him at her breast was breathtaking, it was nothing compared to the sight of him hovering over her naked thighs, the tight curls of her mound revealed to him. If she didn’t exhale soon, she might faint. But she couldn’t. Couldn’t do anything but watch as he gently pulled her knees apart, lifted one bent leg and placed her foot high on the sofa.
    Julian stared at the vulnerable, slick flesh that he’d exposed, and then he inhaled, long and slow. “I can smell your desire already. You’re hot for me, aren’t you?”
    She nodded, unable to blink, to look away in a maidenly show of shyness. She couldn’t think of anything other than please . Or more .
    Julian reached up and placed her empty hand at her breast. “Rub yourself if it feels good. I’d like to watch you do that, pleasure yourself.”
    Angelica squeezed her breasts reflexively, a trail of excitement flaring at Julian’s words, and at the feel of her hands doing something with the soft flesh other than wash them indifferently. How silly of her; she’d never realized she could pleasure herself in such a way. She kneaded them in her hands, her stiff nipples jabbing at her palms, causing her to tremble more, to lose a little more control. Between Julian’s hot gaze and her own ministrations, her body clenched. Cool air skimmed her damp flesh.
    His eyes flared and he swallowed hard. “God, you learn quickly.”
    “It feels so good, Julian.”
    She felt the brush of his hand at the top of her thigh, grazing the delicate folds at the juncture, eliciting a frisson of sensation.
    “And to think we’ve only just begun.” His smile was positively wicked, and then he moved and Angelica was left to stare at the dark hair that crowned his head.
    When he kissed her there , at that most secret spot of her body, she would have slid off the sofa if he hadn’t pressed a restraining hand to her pelvis; she was so surprised that he…would. That it would feel so…
    Then she felt the delicate probing of…oh, dear heavens…was that his tongue?
    Julian still held her in place with one hand and the other she could feel parting, separating her folds so that his tongue—that wicked, velvety muscle—could lick and probe and cause her to completely lose her mind.
    Someone was gasping, emitting little sounds, and in some distant corner of her mind Angelica realized she was the source. But she didn’t care, she was lost, caught up in a rising feeling, her hips helpless to do anything but rock rhythmically. Instinctively.
    “That’s it, sweetheart,” he paused to murmur against her flesh. “Relax and let it take you.”
    This time his tongue rubbed, pressing against an unbelievably sensitive spot. His fingers skimmed her folds, teasing the highly sensitized opening. Taunting her where she ached the most, where her body clenched and tensed and sought something more.
    Angelica rocked harder as Julian thumbed her faster, his growls of encouragement sending her passion higher. And then the fever reached a crescendo, everything dimmed and she was awash in pulsing waves of indescribable pleasure, her extremities numb as if every drop of blood had been sucked into her core to feed the sensation.
    Julian gently kissed where she still throbbed, and then he rose up, looming as he claimed her lips in a musky, sybaritic kiss. Propped onto his forearms, he surrounded her, his hips pressed intimately between her thighs. The evidence of his arousal was a thick ridge, and he shifted his hips slowly back and forth to rub along her sensitive folds.
    Desire rushed her, returning with alarming speed, and she was once again needy. She shifted to counter the rocking motion of Julian’s hips, intensifying the sensations. Julian reached down and loosed the buttons on his trousers, then paused. She looked down, wanting to see that most private and mysterious part of a man’s