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plans for those breasts.
    He closed the parlor door behind him, then prowled over to where she stood.
    “Watching for me, Juliana?” he asked.
    “Hardly. I would not still be gazing out the window, were that the case.”
    She did not turn her head to look at him, which he found amusing. It was a sign of how deeply he was beginning to affect her.
    Are you quite certain you are unaffected, in turn? He shook off the ridiculous notion. His heart had finished with Juliana the day she had ground it under her bootheel.
    He came up behind her and let his breath feather against the side of her neck. “Your hair is styled as deplorably as ever. Let me take it down for you.”
    She shot him a glance over her shoulder. “Unless you are planning to kiss my hair, it will remain as it is.”
    “Tempting… but it’s not your hair that I plan to ravish today.”
    He set his hands at her waist, and felt her tremble, ever so slightly.
    “You have kissed my hand,” she said, “and my neck - what is next? My elbow perhaps? My knee?”
    He let out a soundless laugh, then drew one finger down her arm. “You were jesting, but the hollow of the elbow is very sensitive. As is the back of the knee.”
    Her skin was warm and soft in the crook of her elbow. He made a lazy circle there with the tip of his finger, and she drew in a breath.
    “Had we more kisses, and time,” he said, “I’d begin behind your knee and kiss my way up.”
    He slid his palm down the side of her thigh, half-expecting her to bolt out from under his caress. But she stayed, her breath quickening. His prior study of seduction was serving him well.
    “I’d let my lips explore,” he continued, “along the delicate skin of your thigh. Until I reached the most sensitive spot on a woman’s body. Do you know where that is, Juliana?”
    She shook her head, ever so slightly. The scent of orange-flower water wafted from her hair.
    “Here.” He moved his hand, letting it brush lightly over the sweet place between her legs.
    At that, she gasped and pulled away. She whirled to face him, her cheeks pink with outrage. And arousal.
    “You are scandalous! How dare you - ”
    “Never forget what you owe me,” he said. “But don’t fear. The secret place between your legs is safe from my kisses. For today.”
    Her eyes widened. Excellent. He’d planted the seed of an idea that would bedevil her - the anticipation of his final kiss. When he at last kissed her there, at her center, when he made her gasp and writhe and explode with pleasure, then his victory would be complete.
    He would be branded on her soul, and she would never be able to escape the memory of him.
    “Sit,” he said, gesturing to the settee. “It will be more comfortable for both of us.”
    “Will you hurry and get this blasted kiss over with?” She perched on the cushions and folded her arms. “I’ve far more important things to attend to this afternoon.”
    “Mm.” He sat next to her. “I have every intention of making you forget those things.”
    She lifted her chin, and said in a haughty voice, “I doubt that, Lord Eastbrook. But by all means, proceed.”
    Despite her words, he could see her pulse fluttering wildly. He leaned forward and slowly drew one shoulder of her gown down. She let out a breath and uncrossed her arms, but she said nothing more.
    Good. He was done with talking. There were other, better, uses for his mouth now. He continued to pull her gown down, revealing the white fabric of her chemise. Her skin was pale, and smooth as satin. Slowly, he folded her chemise back, revealing the pert slope of her breast.
    “Robert,” she whispered.
    “Shh.”
    Four springtimes ago, he had longed to caress her this way. He had kissed her breasts through the fabric of her dress, not daring to do more. Now, though, everything between them had changed.
    He tugged the cloth down, exposing her entire sweet breast. Her nipple was dusky pink, and beginning to tighten. Oh, but he would make it