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not break the impasse, if I do not totally satisfy all of your needs.” He paused, then repeated, “All of them.”
    Had she shivered before? Now she felt as though her body was on fire.
    Christian adjusted his position so he was on top of her, his head resting beside hers, his body a solid, warm weight. She slid her hands onto his back—which was just as muscled as the rest of him—and reached lower. Heavens, his backside felt very different from her own. Much firmer, certainly, and where she was curves and roundness, he seemed to have divots and muscles. Interesting.
    “You have just broken your own rule, Christian.” Her words came out breathy, not in her usual tone of voice. Then again, she very rarely had an entire naked male lying on her while she spoke. “Remember, the rule about remaining upright?”
    He planted his arms on either side of her body and raised himself up, still keeping his lower body resting against hers. “As you have made me exquisitely aware, Violet, it is important to break the rules when necessary for further research. This is further researchfor our future life together, is it not?” His lips curled up in yet another delicious, intoxicating smile. “Certainly this research is far more important than any rule.”
    She could barely concentrate on his words, although she was grateful he wasn’t quite as rigid—except in the good way—as he’d seemed when she first appeared in his study. She was too busy just looking at him.
    His naked chest, now directly before her eyes, was an epiphany; like the rest of him, his chest was hard and muscled, with just the barest scattering of dark hair. His nipples were flat and brown. What would it feel like to lick them?
    “What are you thinking about?” His fingers reached between them to where he’d been touching her before. Right there, the precise spot that
—ooh. Yes, Christian
.
    Violet gasped. “Nothing, now, thanks to you. I can’t think, not when you’re—oh!” She sighed, as he increased the rhythm and pressure. “I am not sure I can—that is, please, Christian!”
    His hardness pressed against her thigh; close, but not close enough to where she wanted it to be. Who knew passion was so specific?
    “Whatever you want. This is your challenge, after all.”
    “Inside now, please.” Goodness, would she have to repeat herself this much after they were married?
    He removed his fingers, those clever, questing fingers, and put a hand on each inner thigh, spreading her to his gaze.
    If he hadn’t looked quite so pleased—that was a rather lukewarm way to describe it, but Violet wasn’t thinking properly at the moment—she’d have been embarrassed to have him look at her there so intently, but his expression and the way he licked his lips made all sorts of sparks shoot through her body.
    “I think we’ll hold off just for a moment. There’s something I want to do,” he said, and before Violet could protest, or wonder what she was doing wrong, he’d slid off her body and was kneeling on the floor. Still looking at her there with that rapt expression.
    “I need to taste you,” he murmured, before lowering his mouth—his mouth!—to her there.
    If she hadn’t been enjoying herself so immensely, she might have fainted, she wasso startled. His mouth was warm, and wet, and was licking at her in a way that made her breath hitch. His hands were clamped on her thighs, opening her to him entirely.
    He raised his head and met her gaze. His mouth was wet. From her. “You taste incredible. Tell me if you like it.”
    Was he joking? Speak out loud, when she wasn’t sure she could remember her own name, much less make some sort of articulate conversation? While he was doing this?
    “Yes,” she managed. “Yes, I like it. Would you mind—that is, can you go on?”
    “So polite, Lady soon-to-be Jepstow.” He stopped talking, thank goodness, and began to kiss and lick her again, swirling his tongue on her, sucking gently at her as she