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desired—spinsterhood—her life still seemed as if it were spiraling away from her. She felt as if she were a spectator with no control over her own destiny. Oddly, in the bed of a stranger—a man who’d abducted her—she felt completely in control for the first time in her life.
    But this was an illusion. A dream.
    He’d told her that at dusk, he would take her home. She sighed. Home. Were her parents worried? Had they told the authorities? Were they scouring the woods around the Hounslow Road, looking for her even at this late hour?
    Was Ralph even now consulting with his lawyers to see how he could get out of marrying her?
    What would she tell everyone when she finally returned home?
    They would want to know the details. She brushed her palms over her own nipples, feeling them harden at her touch. Both were sore. Exquisitely sore.
    One hand ventured lower and she opened her thighs. Her middle finger skimmed her pearl. She was sore there, too, but that soreness only made her ache for more. A shard of desire swelled at the memory of his securing a heavy diamond to her right there . And his tongue! Oh, his tongue.
    She’d never imagined two people would do something like that.
    She tightened at the memory. Cream gathered in her channel, readying her.
    She twisted to look at his face. What would he do if she reached for him? Would he reject her or would he climb on top of her and take her to heaven again?
    Her pulse skittered. Tentatively, she worked her hand out from under the cover lightly brushed his bare shoulder. He moaned softly and the sound of it only fueled her desire even more.
    What was it about this man who made her throw every last vestige of decorum she possessed heedlessly to the winds? Was it him or was she so desperate to stall her marriage that she’d done the most reckless thing possible?
    Somewhere in her heart, Sophia admitted both were true.
    She placed her palm over his warm skin and caressed his shoulder. He breathed in. The sound of air filling his lungs was seductive. And when his lashes blinked open, Sophia’s heart skipped a beat.
    A sleepy smile stretched his lips. He moved slowly, taking her hand and pushing it underneath the covers, down—until…
    Sophia gasped when her fingers curled around his hard cock. Gazing into his eyes, she explored him, squeezing, moving her hand up and down, reaching with her fingers to probe his heavy scrotum.
    “You touch me as if you’ve never touched a man before,” he said in that rough velvet voice that drove her wild.
    “Am I doing it wrong?”
    “No, love, no,” he said. “Your touch is very, very right. I meant that you seem a little shy.”
    He tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear. “There is no need for shyness with me,” he said as he rolled onto his back, dragging her on top of him so that she straddled his body.
    “Find your pleasure,” he whispered. His eyes sparkled as his gaze drifted down her body.
    Sophia did not hesitate. Reaching between their bodies, she gripped his cock and guided it to her eager opening. He breached her and she moaned as she sank, letting him fill her to completeness.
    He brushed her thighs and then caressed upward until he cupped her breasts. She arched toward him, groaning when he rolled her tender nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. He tugged them, drawing her down.
    Rolling her hips, Sophia anchored his head and kissed him as he had kissed her that first time on the road.
    * * * * *
    She’d been quiet all afternoon. Seated behind her in the saddle, Jack breathed in the scent of her hair. She smelled like sweet perfume, like the outdoors—like sex.
    When he told her to don her clothes, she’d grown pensive. He didn’t blame her. He didn’t want her to leave any more than she did. In fact, he could have spent another day—another week—a lifetime—with her in the hunting lodge.
    She leaned heavily against him as the horse crept at a slow pace. Jack braced one arm around her waist. Damn,