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against the sensitive flesh between her legs. She jerked. Her hands tightened. But then the contact was gone. Her heart pounded, and she was ready to call his name when she felt his lips on her again—another light kiss, but longer this time.
    A strange noise drew from her throat, a sort of mewling. She might have been embarrassed by it, but he kissed her there again, intimately, and this time he let his tongue slide along the folds and press against her entrance.
    One of her hands unclenched from the towel and reached for him. She ran her fingers through thick, silky hair.
    When he licked her and drew away again, she grasped his hair and pulled him back against her—none too gently.
    His laugh vibrated against her over-warm skin, and she moaned at the powerful sensation.
    He stroked her with his fingertips. Then he eased one finger inside her as he flicked his tongue over a spot that sent pleasure tingling all the way to the tips of her breasts.
    “ Oh ,” she said on a startled breath. A second finger joined the first, pushing slowly, stretching her tight against him. He pressed in, pulled back—all the while sucking and licking that yearning, wanting bit of flesh, until the different sensations melded together into one blinding burst of need.
    She moved her hips, seeking more contact, seeking him . His fingers quickened their pace. His tongue matched it.
    And at one final flick, she broke apart, convulsing around him, mewling and gasping and Lord knew what else. Her back arched off the ground as instinct took over, and she strained to ride the glorious paroxysm he’d released with his touch. When it was over, she fell, shaking and astounded, back to earth.
    Sometime later—though she couldn’t say how long—her dress was back in place covering everything it was meant to cover. Her breathing was loud in her ears, but slowing. She felt sated to the point of weakness, and she thought it would be nice if she could fall asleep to the sound of the ocean lapping the shore.
    Thornhill wrapped his arms around her, gently pulling her up against his chest. “You make the most delightful sounds, especially at the end,” he murmured against her temple.
    Her eyes flew open. Her cheeks felt hot. “I don’t think it’s very gentlemanly to comment on that.”
    His chuckle reverberated through her body. “I don’t think anything I just did was very gentlemanly.”
    “It was very nice, though,” she said after a brief hesitation, almost shyly. She had never felt shy in her life, and she didn’t think she liked it. “I’ll be able to read the tales of our favorite courtesan with a new appreciation,” she continued, more confident.
    “Indeed,” he said.
    She lifted her chin and met his gaze. “What about page one hundred and two?” she asked unflinchingly.
    He stilled. Then he drew back and gazed down at her. A huff of rueful laughter escaped him. “Not now.”
    “Why not?”
    “My control isn’t what it should be. And I wouldn’t like to ruin you after I’ve agreed not to ask for your hand in marriage.”
    Irrational disappointment swept her. “Are you certain?”
    He lifted his eyebrows. “You want to be ruined?”
    “Would anyone have to find out?” she whispered.
    His arms tightened, then released. He pushed himself up, away from her. “We should return.” He held his hand out.
    She regarded him without moving, testing him. Half of her hoped he would relent, and the other half was terrified he would. But he didn’t. He just held her gaze for a long, tense moment. And finally she placed her hand in his, marveling at how strong it seemed when it wrapped around her own delicate fingers, and he pulled her to her feet.
    They walked toward town together. But she glanced back once. The spot where they’d lain was mussed and the sand dipped as if it had been kicked around, but other than that small detail, there was no evidence they’d even been there, nor of what they’d done.
    She caught Michael watching