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give.”
    “So do you.” She slipped her arms around his neck and tentatively fitted her body closer, though he was sure his erection gave her pause. “But I am afraid, Lord Charles, you are going to have to guide us on this journey for I have never sailed these seas before.”
    He kissed her then, slowly, savoring the opportunity with no interruptions in sight, her mouth warm and soft against his, his tongue dipping in and tasting, flirting, retreating as he let her get used to their mutual state of undress.
    Sexual adventure
was
a voyage and in response he lowered his head and kissed her throat, pressing his mouth to where her pulse fluttered in the delicate hollow just above her collarbone. “We will catch the wind together.”
    He meant every word. More than anything else, he wanted to make sure Louisa never felt sorry for her decision to run away with him. Starting right at this moment.
    Charles began a systematic seduction of her delectable body, touching her breasts, learning the supple curves, the weight and firmness of each one in his palms, the texture of skin and form. At first Louisa tensed, then she allowed him the liberty, and then, to his gratification, she actually exhaled in a soft arousing sound as he lightly licked a luscious pink nipple, her lashes drifting downward. The crackle of the fire in the background, the light tap of the rain, all faded as he embarked on a tender exploration of paradise.
    He’d find it for both of them. No, he wasn’t innocent and if anything good had come of those casual couplings that always left him vaguely dissatisfied and restless, he hoped some expertise was the reward.
    “You taste incredible,” he murmured, slipping his arms around her as his mouth roamed freely over sensuous, smooth skin. “Like in my dreams, my love.”
    “I dreamt of you, too.” She touched his hair. It was just a brush at first, but then her fingers truly slid into the strands as he teasingly licked her nipple again in a playful brush of his tongue. “Charles! Should you?”
    “Should I touch you like this?” he countered with a small grin, the arch of her spine bringing her more firmly against him. “What do you think? Doesn’t it feel good?”
    Then he closed his mouth over the crest of her breast and gently suckled, hearing a satisfying gasp.
    She didn’t answer, which he took as a good sign, as she held his head more firmly and her breast pressed into his already hungry mouth.
    Definitely a yes. Why was it he’d sensed from that first meeting when their eyes had met in that life-changing instant that she was passionate under her demure exterior? Forbidden also, he knew that was part of the attraction. The vicar’s daughter and the duke’s rakish son . . . it sounded like a ribald story, but though her extraordinary beauty had drawn him, not as much as her serene demeanor, at odds with the hint of adventurous curiosity in her remarkable eyes. What man didn’t want to seduce the prim and proper maiden, especially if he sensed she’d enjoy it? He certainly did now, though before her, it had never occurred to him. Prim and proper hadn’t ever appealed, but then again, he hadn’t met Louisa.
    Perhaps Vivian’s sense of the romantic had finally gotten ahold of him, too.
    “I want to touch you, to taste you, everywhere,” he said in soft murmur, relishing the way her slender hands caught his shoulders as he trailed his lips across the plane of her stomach.
    He did so; the sensitive inside of her knee, his hands lightly exploring the womanly curve of her hips, her slim waist, learning every silken inch, letting her grow accustomed to the intimacy, rewarded when she gradually relaxed and gave a telling sigh.
    Moving back up to kiss her again, this time he let her feel the hot pressure of his rigid sex against her thigh. “I want you, but you need to be ready.”
    “Ready? I am here naked with you, Charles, how could I be more ready?”
    Explanation was not nearly as enjoyable