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I’ll just have to carry on then.’ He moved down the bed and began to untie her garters while Sarah lay back, panting. She knew what happened with animals: the male pounced and it was all very hurried and rather violent. Not like this at all.
    This seemed a little safer; he showed no intention of pouncing…‘Oh!’ Jonathan was licking up her leg from her ankle, up to the back of her knee. Her legs, with no conscious thought from her, fell apart shamelessly, and with a chuckle he lowered his head between them as she tried to close them, feeling that she would die of shame. What had come over her? ‘No!’
    ‘Yes.’ And his mouth was there , flicking and teasing a tiny point of intense sensation that seemed to dominate every other feeling. It was outrageous, inflammatory, something was going to break, shatter—she had to resist, to hold on, to…She shattered.
    ‘Jonathan?’
    ‘Welcome back.’ He sounded pleased with her. ‘More wine?’
    ‘What was that?’ Sarah blinked in the candlelight. Jonathan was off the bed, pouring wine, still shamelessly naked. Still very aroused.
    ‘An orgasm.’ He handed her the glass.
    ‘But we didn’t…’
    ‘No. We don’t have to,’ he explained, comfortably matter-of-fact as he sat beside her and took his turn with the wine.
    ‘But if we had been doing…doing everything?’
    ‘Same result, some extra preliminaries.’ He dipped a finger in the wine and dripped the red drops onto her left nipple, then bent his head and began to lick.
    Sarah surrendered to the sensation, her hands clutching his shoulders as his hand slid down, touched where his mouth had been, his thumb circling the sensitised nub. Jonathan lifted his head. ‘Relax.’
    ‘I am!’
    ‘More.’ And he slid a finger into the wet heat, into the aching tightness and she arched, panting. Then another, and still his thumb wove its wicked pattern of arousal and her body clenched around the intrusion and her groping fingers found him and closed on mobile satin skin and bone hardness and heat and he moaned and thrust into her grasp as she lifted against his hand and there was darkness and stars and his mouth hard over hers as she screamed and he surged against her. And then a slow slide into oblivion.
    Jonathan was asleep when she awoke. She lay there for perhaps ten minutes, just looking at him while her mind and her body returned to something like normality and the impact of what she had done came to her.
    She was naked, in bed with a naked man with whom she had been utterly shameless, with whom she had experienced pleasure she had no idea existed. And now she was ruined. Sarah had no idea whether she wanted to laugh or cry, but she knew she had to go before he awoke, slip away, get to the hut and saddle up Daisy, ride home—all without him following her, discovering who she was.
    She sat up and Jonathan stirred. No, she had to delay him. He would be alert in a second if she tried to creep out. One silk stocking curled across the rumpled bedspread. She eyed the man beside her, sprawled in utter relaxation on his back, arms thrown above his head.
     
    So, she wanted to play games? Amused and aroused, Jonathan kept his eyes closed as silk trailed up his arm, caressed his wrists. How very sophisticated for such an innocent! He let her imprison his wrists, felt her fumble at the bed head. Then the knots tightened, something rattled and he was wide awake, straining to be free against bonds that did not yield one inch.
    ‘What the hell!’ Sarah was dressing, her hair scraped back into a tail and tied with one stocking. The other, presumably was what was imprisoning him.
    ‘I’m sorry, but I cannot risk you finding out who I am,’ she explained, her face rather pale in the candlelight. ‘I am very grateful.’
    ‘Grateful!’ he exploded, bucking futilely against the knots.
    ‘It was wonderful and so…helpful. And I really appreciate that you did not take advantage of me.’ She picked up his cloak and