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The delicious weight of his body. The breath punching out of his lungs. His heart marching in time with hers.
    She’d never felt more aware of another person in all her life.
    Exploring her body with increased fervor, Thomas palmed her breasts. Clutched at the material covering her waist. And finally, when Elizabeth thought she couldn’t wait a second longer, Thomas ruffled up the bottom of her dress and slid his hand along the smooth length of her thigh.
    Gooseflesh scampered across her skin, following the path of his fingers.
    “You’re not wearing undergarments.” The baritone of his voice strained.
    “No.” She trembled. “I find them restricting.”
    Thomas’s body went rigid. Tight as a steel rod. Muscles bulged out of his shirt. His jaw ticked faster, accelerating the pulse that throbbed on his neck.
    Maybe leaving her hands bound wasn’t such a good idea after all. She couldn’t touch him the way she wanted to. And good Lord in heaven, did she want to. She could soothe that pulse on his jaw. Rub her hand over the stubble of his chin. She could stroke him over his trousers and make him harden to stone in her hand.
    He sucked in a short breath as his hand found her center, wet with desire. His gaze drifted to hers, heavy lidded and…painful. He groaned and slowly pushed a finger inside her. She bucked as his palm met the mound between her legs and gasped when he leaned over her, pressing his chest against hers.
    With each stroke of his finger against her most sensitive flesh, his tongue slipped into her mouth, driving her on, urging her to arch against him. She kissed him hard. Opening up wide. Letting her legs fall open as tingling sensations crept in.
    “I want more,” he said, nipping at her lower lip.
    She arched her hips up in answer. “Then take more.”
    “At your request, miss.”
    He heeled off his boots and removed his pants. He worked quickly, settling at the foot of the bed before Elizabeth had time to assist with her gown. Pushing her dress over her waist, Thomas spread her legs, and using both hands, arched her knees up. Instead of meeting her hip to hip, Thomas dove down headfirst.
    “What are you—” she began, and hissed when he put his mouth on her.
    Shock nearly jerked Elizabeth off the bed. No one had ever kissed her that way before. It was devious. Wicked in nature.
    She’d never felt anything more wonderful.
    His mouth was hot and wet, his tongue a firefly that shimmered in and out of her. She went languid, her knees weak and shivering against his ears. As she cried out, her hands wrapping around his head, Thomas pulled back, glaring at her over a mound of flaming lace and chiffon.
    “Your hands, Miss Scott.” He licked her once. A quick flick of his tongue that shot a lightning bolt of lust through her stomach. “Above your head.”
    Breath hitching, heart racing, Elizabeth did as instructed, lying them on the pillow behind her.
    His tongue plunged into her core, ripping the air from her lungs. Alternating swift licks with slow, lazy circles, Thomas drove Elizabeth wild. She thrashed against the sheets, a hollow ache buzzing in her middle. She needed the pressure of his body over hers again. She needed his hands on her body and his tongue in her mouth.
    If he continued to tease her this way, the dull throb in her center would peak and soothe away before she had time to truly savor it. The sensations bubbling through her were foreign and glorious. He—they—couldn’t stop…not yet.
    This time it was Elizabeth who wanted more.
    “Please,” she said, moving her hips against his mouth. “Take me.”
    No words were needed. The instant she opened her mouth, Thomas slid up her body and sheathed himself inside her in one smooth stroke. He held her gaze every inch of the way, drenching himself to the hilt, stretching her to the fullest. When Elizabeth thought he couldn’t push inside her any more—that he may’ve been too large to fit—their hips met, setting off an