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play-acting. This was no performance. This was woman at her most sensual, intimately abandoned.
    He approached the bed and stretched out alongside her. “Do you want it that much, Beth?”
    “Can’t wait… Please don’t make me wait.”
    “Christ.” His hand raced up her thigh. Entering her with two fingers, he explored her forward wall until she caught her breath.
    “There, my darling?”
    “ G—god .”
    His palm flat against her nether lips, he stroked her deeply with his fingers.
    On a moan, she laid back and closed her eyes. Those honeyed walls hugged his fingers and she flattened her palms on the bed, pressing down. Her hips thrashed as uncontrolled moans tore from her throat.
    He circled her erect nub with his thumb while he moved his fingers inside her with steady, firm motions.
    “ You’re…a… ”
    He redoubled his efforts. Her cunt spasmed, her body jerked off the bed, she screamed. His mouth came down over hers a moment too late. Her pleasure reverberated in the chamber, still echoing in his ears as he lifted his mouth.
    They’d be lucky if someone didn’t call the watch.
    Cool, rain-scented air billowed the curtains and rushed in. Beth lay panting, a fine sheen of sweat glistening on her skin, a rosy flush fading from her breasts. Gooseflesh rose on the flesh that would fit his hands perfectly, and their tips were tight, raspberry points. He bent and tasted their salty sweetness. Hunger pounded through his blood, demanding he cover her body with his.
    A crash of thunder brought him to his senses.
    Damn it, this wasn’t the way to take charge of the situation. He went and closed the window. Then he returned to her and laid a soft flannel blanket over her nakedness. His cock throbbed in aching protest. He ignored it.
    “I am a what?” He rested his hand over her flat belly.
    “A…genius at dexterity,” she said, breathlessly.
    He laughed. What would she do or say next? He daren’t guess. “Sit up.”
    “Why?”
    “Because I want to undo your hair.”
    She raised her brows. “Is it necessary?”
    “Absolutely.”
    “But it takes so long to fix.”
    He sensed she was being difficult on purpose. Irritation intruded on his pleasurable excitement. One thing he prized above all in a mistress was a willingness to please.
    “Come on, up,” he said, forcing his most implacable tone.
    With a small shrug, she complied, and he began removing her hairpins. “You think of words like ‘dexterity’ when you’re on the verge of coming?”
    “When it applies. So how did you become so dexterous?”
    “The sextant requires it.”
    She laughed breathily, leaning towards him. Her hair fell over her face, a heavy mass of spun gold and silver threads. He regarded her plain wire hair pins with disdain. Hair so beautiful should be dressed with pearls and gems.
    No, wait—a silver tiara of diamonds and aquamarines.
    Could such an item be found in the United States or would it have to come from Europe? Factor in the blockade-runner—Christ, she was going to cost him a small fortune.
    She traced along the fall of his pantaloons.
    He clasped her wrist and detained it. “I sent a note for my valet to fetch us some strawberries and champagne. He’ll be here soon.”
    She gave an exaggerated shudder. “I hate southern berries.”
    “These are local. Very sweet.” He smoothed the hair off her face, delighting in its thistledown texture.
    “Impossible, the spring has been too cold.”
    “They grow them in a hothouse or something, I don’t know.”
    “Sounds terribly expensive.”
    The reference to her poverty reminded him of something that had been bothering him since he’d met her. “Beth, why aren’t you married? A beauty like you should have done well on the marriage mart.”
    She shrugged. “I enjoy my freedom.”
    “If you could do anything you wanted to, what would you do?”
    Her expression grew serious. “I would teach the piano.” Enthusiasm electrified her eyes to blue pearlescence. It