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colour of your eyes.” She gazed round at the stored fabrics, but all the velvets were of rich, deep colours. She sighed. “A pity.” Then her face lit up. “Perhaps a contrast is what we need,” she said, with a distinct laugh in her voice. “I wonder…”
    Ben watched, bemused, while she selected a deep red silk from the shelf by the door. She whisked the velvet from his shoulders. Then the useless bandages were plucked away and dropped on to the floor. “Raise your arms, if you please.” She could have been a Mantua-maker, giving a fitting to a lady customer.
    Ben wanted to laugh. What on earth would this amazing girl do next?
    She surprised him yet again. She began to wind the silk tightly around his body so that it covered him from chest to thigh. He was no longer at risk of shivering. He was now much, much too hot. The evidence of that was embarrassingly plain, in spite of the layers of sheet he still wore next to his skin. The outline of his erection was blatant, painted in the bright accents and dark shadows of rippling red silk. Oh, the woman was a witch! But it was what she wanted. He could not deny her. He remained motionless, waiting.
    Suzanne looked at her handiwork and laughed softly, deep in her throat. The temptation had been overwhelming. And the result was more than satisfying. Indeed, it was splendid.
    She allowed her gaze to roam over her captive’s body. The pale skin of his muscled shoulders was marred by the black and purple bruising around his wound. Apart from that, he was beautiful. The gleaming silk emphasized the strong lines of his chest. Lower down, she had pulled the fabric taut to show off his narrow waist and hips. The additional effects there were unintended, but altogether delightful to behold, even for a girl who lacked firsthand knowledge of the ways of desire.
    She chuckled again, wondering whether Benn had any idea of quite how irresistible he looked. Just then, the light changed. Perhaps the clouds had parted? Whatever the cause, Suzanne would have been ready to swear that there was white lightning forking around Benn’s erection, rather than common silver threads.
    She took a step towards him and brushed the back of her index finger along that straining ridge. His sharp intake of breath urged her on. She smoothed both her hands slowly around his middle, from his navel to the small of his back, and then down over the swell of his buttocks. It seemed he could not move. He groaned out her name.
    The sound shivered all the way down to her toes. If she continued now, there could be no going back.
    She did not hesitate. She leaned in to him and pressed her body along the length of his. She could feel the sparks jumping between them; the lightning was piercing her, too. Deep in her belly, there was now a hot, melting ache.
    “Oh, God, Suzanne. I cannot…”
    “Hush.” She stopped his protest with a long, drugging kiss. She could not tell him that she loved him. Not in words. Her kisses would have to speak for her.
    It seemed they had. Benn’s fingers were already at the back of her gown, seeking to undo it. A bubble of laughter began welling up inside her. Had he been too busy spying to notice that modern gowns fastened at the front?
    “Ouch!” He had caught his finger on a pin. Automatically, he pulled away from her and put his finger to his mouth.
    Suzanne gave her laughter free rein for a second, but Benn did not join in. Did he think she was laughing at him? She reached for his hand. Yes, there was a tiny drop of scarlet on the tip of his ring finger. “We cannot risk this on the silk,” she murmured, carrying it to her lips. His blood tasted sweet on her tongue. She sucked again, then nipped his skin with her teeth.
    “You are entrancing.”
    Suzanne placed his hands on the front of her bodice. Then she closed her eyes. She wanted to glory in the touch of his fingers as he undressed her. She wanted to picture it in her mind’s eye, as if she were watching his every