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will not be able to take you, darling. You are too large. Too…too long and broad.”
    He grasped her wrist. “Touch me.”
    “No, no.” She yanked from his hold. “I will disappoint you.”
    “Never. Touch me.” He took her fingers and wrapped them around his hot, rigid cock.
    “Justin, you are longer than my hand!”
    He snorted, his gaze dark golden green as he smiled at her. “Darling. You have made me so. I do promise you that you can take me.”
    “How?”
    He led her to move her hand back and forth along his improbable length. “Just as your hand takes this and enjoys this, so will your cunt.”
    She nodded quickly, silly as a girl with a new toy. “But I am too small and this is too big. My God, the head alone is huge!”
    He gave a laugh. “You compliment me, darling. Now lay back. Let me step out of my trousers, sweet, or I will do nothing but spend in your hand.”
    She blinked. Henry often did that, hated it and blamed her for the loss of his spunk. “No, no, you mustn’t!”
    He frowned, clamped a hand over the one she had on his cock, and tipped his head. “What’s wrong? What did I say?”
    She sought to be free. “Nothing. Nothing. Let me lie down as you wish. I need you, Justin, inside me, like I never needed Henry, please, quickly.”
    She scrambled backwards. He stepped out of his trousers, then loomed above her, searching her eyes and somber as a preacher. “What did he do to you, Kitty?”
    She shook her head. “Nothing, nothing. Love me, Justin.”
    “I do, Kitty. I will. But you must tell me first whatever Henry did to frighten you that—”
    “No.” She squeezed her eyes shut, his declaration that he loved her spinning in her mind, taunting her memories of him and what might have been had they been able to overcome the social strictures against their marriage. “You can never know.”
    Justin caressed her cheek. “Look at me, Puss. My darling Kat. My beautiful Katherine. What did this man do in the bedroom that you—?”
    “He wasn’t gentle,” she revealed.
    Justin kissed her cheek. “I hear you, sweet. What else?”
    The blessing of his lips on her own drew her into his spell. “He wanted me to pump him.” Aghast she had told Justin that, she stared into his eyes.
    “Come, give me your hand, darling.” He led her to grasp his cock again. “You see? I am already hard and yearning to be inside you. There is no need to stroke me. Only if you wish.”
    She slid her hand along his remarkable length. “I do wish.”
    He swallowed hard. “I am very glad.”
    She let out a gasp of laughter. “I am too.”
    Justin straddled her, his face above hers, his hand combing stray curls from her cheeks. “Did he kiss you?”
    “No.”
    But Justin did. A sweet short melding of lips. “Did he caress you?”
    “Caress?”
    “Your pretty breasts? Like this?” Justin lifted one breast and thumbed an aching nipple only to take it into his mouth and stroke her with his talented tongue.
    She shook her head, her body tingling, alive with his regard.
    “So then, when he wanted you,” Justin asked as his hands once more spread her thighs apart and sank two fingers inside her, “he was not kind or slow or—”
    “It hurt!”
    Justin squeezed his eyes shut. “Darling Puss.”
    She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, rabid now to blot out the memory of the man who should not be here in this bed with her and the man she had always wanted. “I never felt like this with him. I was never mad to have him. Not in a carriage or a room or my bed.”
    Justin’s eyes glistened as he stroked her cheek with one set of fingers. “Forget him.”
    “I want you. Have always wanted you. Never felt so alive or…or—”
    His dark brows shot upward. “Tight?”
    “Throbbing! Hungry! Wet!”
    He laughed and bent down to kiss her quickly. “Then let me show you how love should be made.”
    She hastened to help him, spreading wide her arms and legs upon the mattress.
    But as he chuckled, he