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  He cut her off. “No, you couldn’t. If you’re too young or you’re not with the right man, it doesn’t feel this good.”

  She leant back and grinned, her eyes wide with humour. “I suppose you’re telling me I’m with the right man.”

  He ignored her question and said instead, “Kiss me and tell me how much you loved what I did for you.”

  She laughed. “You really are a beast.”

  “I thought I was a bully.”

  “You are.” She looked at him for a long moment before she burst out laughing. “I think I’m going to love this.”

  “Yes, you are,” he agreed wholeheartedly.

  “I don’t know how you did it, but I never felt you and you’re all the way inside me, aren’t you?”

  Nick grinned and moved his hips just enough to let her know he was aware of where his cock was currently positioned.

  “You were right. It didn’t hurt at all.”

  “Does it feel good?”

  “Very good. Are we finished?”

  “Not quite,” he groaned in some real distress. “But it appears we’ll have to stop for a bit.” Nick wasn’t sure how he was supposed to manage that particular chore. It took every ounce of willpower he possessed not to finish what they’d been about. “The lake house is just up the road.”

  “Couldn’t we tell the driver to keep going for another hour or so?”

  He laughed as his brow wiggled suggestively. “I just might be better than I thought I was.”

  Emmy frowned at his boasting. She stiffened and tried to pull back. “You’re arrogant at any rate.”

  He refused to allow it. Instead, he again ran his hands over the length of her, obviously delighted to be able to touch her at will. His mouth nibbled again at her luscious nipples. “It’s a good thing I kidnapped you, or I never would have known that I was a bully, a beast and arrogant to boot.”

  She grinned then as if reading something just over his head, she said, “Wasn’t it Chaucer who said, “’Ful wys is he that kan hymselven knowe’? Personally, I think we all should strive to…”

  She burst into laughter as he pulled her tightly against him and growled, threateningly, “I know how ticklish your knees are. Apologise right now.”

  “I could of course, but you’d never be sure I meant it since I’m to do it under duress.”

  “I think a few days aren’t long enough. Perhaps we’ll stay a week.” He lifted her gently away from him and placed her back on the seat opposite him, hardly happy to see her about the chore of buttoning her dress as he adjusted his own clothes.

  “You didn’t bring enough food for a week, and I’m already starving.”

  “You didn’t eat supper?”

  She shook her head. “I couldn’t.”

  “Nervous?” he asked, knowingly.

  “It’s your fault. I haven’t eaten anything to speak of in days. If I would have known what you were up to, I wouldn’t have been so distraught.”

  “If you weren’t planning to do wrong, your conscience would have been clear and your appetite would have—”

  ”Don’t presume to tell me what I should do.”

  “Someone needs to do it. You don’t have the sense of a newborn baby. Jesus, what the hell could have possessed you to plan an assignation with Philips?”

  “How is any of this your business?”

  “I’m making it my business.”

  “Tell the driver to take us back. I’m not staying here with you.”

  “Yes, you are.”

  “If you don’t tell him, I will.”

  “You won’t.”

  “I’ll walk back.”

  “You might as well get used to it, Emmy. The days of always getting your way are over. From now on, we’ll be compromising.”

  “We’ll?” she asked. “As in you and me?”

  Nick grinned. “Exactly. And today it’s my turn.”

  “Then tell him to come back tomorrow. Tomorrow will be my turn.”

  He laughed. “You’re adorable.”

  Emmy forced herself not to smile.

  The carriage came to a stop. After he helped her out, he held her at his side as he spoke with the driver. “I’m going to need you to send someone back tomorrow,” he said, and Emmy knew nothing less than astonishment that he had actually listened to her.

  Suddenly, she wasn’t all that sure she wanted to leave here so soon. Perhaps, she was a bit rash in making that decision. They walked towards the front door, the driver carrying the basket of food.

  “We’ll need a week’s worth of food and several bottles of wine. Have my cook gather it for you. She’ll know what I need.”

  At his comment, Emmy elbowed him in the ribs.

  A moment later, he dismissed the driver, brought her into his arms and kissed her breathless. When she was able, she leaned weakly against him, her face snuggled in the warmth of his neck, and asked, “Is that your idea of compromising?”

  “What?” he asked as he pulled back and looked at her, a smile teasing the corner of his mouth. “I told him to come back tomorrow. That’s what you said, wasn’t it?”

  Emmy chuckled. “I see I’m going to have to watch myself around you.”

  “You don’t have to. I’ll watch you for you.” He reached for the key hidden in its usual spot above the door under a loose shingle. The door opened. They stepped inside and dragged the basket in with them before he locked the door. “And the first thing I’m going to watch is you taking off this dress.”

  She shivered. “It’s cold and damp in here.”

  He nodded. “I’ll make a fire. You go upstairs and get all the quilts and pillows you can find. And if you find any warm robes bring them, too.”

  “Are we going to sleep in there?” she nodded towards the small drawing room.

  “I’d wager we won’t be sleeping for a spell.” He grinned at her soft giggle. “And I’m not making two fires.”

  Chapter Three

  A half hour later, a fire roared, and the room soon grew cosy warm. Emmy had spread five quilts upon each other, creating a comfy bed near the fire. Both wore the soft, warm robes Emmy had found in a trunk upstairs. Pillows supported their backs as they half reclined and shared a meal of cold chicken, bread, and fruit. “This is delicious. Your cook deserves a raise.”

  “God, don’t tell her that. I’ve no doubt that she’s the highest paid cook in London, and she gives me a hard enough time of it as it is.”

  Emmy laughed. “Does she?”

  “The woman is a tyrant who threatens daily that she’s leaving. That she can find work anywhere. She taunts me that all my friends have offered for her. And damn every one of their miserable souls, they have.”

  Emmy grinned as she watched his scowl.

  “The truth is I only pretend that the kitchen is part of my house and therefore belongs to me. The woman is a monster disguised as a sweet old lady, and I don’t dare cross her. I’m as likely to get a whack to my knuckles as a snack if I’m so foolish as to sneak into her kitchen for something extra at night.”

  Emmy was laughing at his dismal depiction.

  “I swear she hides in a corner, waiting for me.”

  Emmy’s laughter filled the room. “This is hilarious. You’re afraid of your cook. I don’t think I’ve ever heard anything so funny.”

  “You won’t think it’s funny when you try to get her to make something she doesn’t want to make.”

  Emmy grinned. “Like what?”

  “Like cookies, for one. She knows I love her sugar cookies. Does she care? If I’m stupid enough to ask for some, I can be sure not to see a batch for a month.”

  “Why?”

  “Why?” he repeated then sighed, “Because I’m not supposed to tell her what to cook. Because she’s the boss and doesn’t let me forget it.”

  “Poor baby,” Emmy soothed, while forcing back her laughter.

  Nick didn’t take her sympathetic response in the clearly unsympathetic tone it was meant
and said morosely, “Exactly. I can only hope you’ll be able to handle her.”

  “Me?” she blinked in surprise. “Why should I have to handle her?”

  He smiled as his gaze widened, and he grew suddenly aware of an alternative solution. “You might have something there. Perhaps you won’t have to. How good is your cook?”

  “What are you talking about?”

  “I’m talking about the fact that we’ll need only one cook when we get married. Is yours any good?”

  There was a substantial pause before she asked, “Aren’t you making some huge assumptions here? Who said I was marrying you?”

  He frowned. “And what is that supposed to mean?”

  “It means exactly what I said. Who said I was marrying you?”

  “I said it.”

  “Did you? And here I was under the misguided impression that a man was supposed to ask a lady if she wanted to marry him. And she, of course, had some choice in the matter.”

  “Are you saying you’re not going to marry me?”

  “I’m saying I’m not marrying anyone.”

  “Why?”

  “Because no one has asked me.”

  “Emmy,” he managed with a pathetic groan. “Don’t I have enough to put up with? Are you going to make me propose?”

  She took a deep breath, eyes wide with contrived innocence as a wicked smile played at the corners of her mouth. “I’m sure I couldn’t make you do anything you didn’t want to do.”

  “Right,” he muttered in weary resignation as he came to a sitting position, put down his glass and took hers from her hand. “I want you to marry me, Emmy.”

  “Why?”

  “Because I need your help controlling my cook,” he groaned pitifully.

  Emmy laughed. “You really are a wretched beast.”

  His grin was purely wicked. “So what do you say?”

  ”I say I’m not marrying any man who keeps a mistress.”

  “Keep a mistress? Are you serious? Apparently you have some real conviction in my stamina.”

  “Meaning?”

  “Meaning, judging from what I’ve seen so far, loving you is going to be more than enough to keep me satisfied. I won’t be looking at another.”

  “Ever?”

  “Never.”

  “Are you sure? You haven’t made love to me yet.”

  He grinned. “I haven’t, have I? Why don’t we correct that oversight right now?”

  She laughed at his boyishly eager yet somehow thrillingly, dangerous look. That look alone told her, clearer than words, why half the female population in London was eager to join him in bed. “Capital idea, why don’t we?”

  “Shall I show you how to go about it?”

  “I’m afraid you must. I haven’t the experience one might suspect in your average merry widow.”

  “All right,” he said then hesitated while shooting her a wicked grin. “Would you like to take notes?”

  Emmy laughed. “I could, I suppose, but I haven’t paper or pen on me.”

  “Perhaps this time you could trust your memory. It isn’t all that hard.”

  Her hand reached inside his robe, her fingers slid around his cock and gently, tentatively measured the thickness and length of him even as she asked in all innocence. “Isn’t it? It feels awful hard to me.”

  “Shall I give you twenty minutes to stop that?”

  Emmy giggled, and Nick thought her the most adorable creature.

  He took her hand away from him. “Perhaps not. I’ll never get on with this lesson if you keep that up.”

  “It’s already up.”

  He tried to control his grin with a stern look. “That’s enough of that talk, young lady. Now where were we?”

  “You were going to show me.”

  “Right, I remember now. First, you should always make sure to wear a robe.”

  “That’s convenient, since we’re already wearing robes.”

  “We are, aren’t we? All right, the next step is to open yours.”

  “Like this?” she asked as she untied the belt and flung the edges of the robe wide.

  Nick’s heart stumbled and he felt an almost painful thud. He managed only a strangled gasp at her gorgeous display, unable to remember when he was last so enticed by such a heady mix of innocence and enthusiasm. “Lord, Emmy, you’re making it hard for me to concentrate here.”

  Emmy giggled again. “Am I? You did say to open it, didn’t you?”

  Nick swallowed absorbed in the luscious sight of her, hardly heard her response.

  “Didn’t you?”

  He cleared his throat. “Didn’t I what?”

  “Didn’t you say to open my robe?”

  “Did I? Jesus, do you know how beautiful you are?”

  She shrugged. The movement shivered her breasts and cause Nick a deep groan.

  “Am I? I’m glad that you think so. I would have thought all naked ladies look just about the same.”

  He might have told her they did not, but instantly thought it best to keep that information to himself. Instead, he said, “You’re absolutely gorgeous.” He swallowed and cleared his throat trying to steady his voice. “Now we’re faced with two choices. I can touch you until we are both out of our minds with wanting, or I can kiss you breathless, bringing about much the same results.”

  “Only two? I’d hate to have to give up one for the other. Are you sure we can’t do both at the same time?”

  Nick laughed as he came to lie at her side. His mouth was nuzzled into the warmth of her neck. “It’s true what they say then, a brilliant student is indeed a teacher’s pride.”

  Emmy’s laugh was muffled beneath the pressure of his mouth. The kiss was gentle, promising limitless pleasure, an exquisite sampling of taste and feel. It took less than a moment for every ounce of humour to fade as an ache came almost immediately to life. A fog of pleasure blotted out all but the two lovers and their enjoyment of each other.

  She had first-hand knowledge of the pleasure this man could bring about, and she was eager to sample another taste of the sweet enchantment. She moaned as his tongue sought entrance to her mouth. Thick, hot, and hungry it searched out every mysterious corner, every dark, honeyed nuance of luscious flavour that was hers alone. He acted as if he couldn’t get enough, and she thought should he spend the rest of his life kissing her, his existence couldn’t have been put to better use.

  Her hand slid up the length of his thigh to his waist and chest, and she moaned as she took the opportunity to learn the texture of him.

  Nick took her hands and brought them over her head. “No,” he said, “don’t touch me. I need to concentrate on you.”

  “But,” she began only to be interrupted.

  “Later. You can touch me all you want, later.”

  “Nicky, God, this is so good,” she said, her words a bit slurred as she was drawn into the magic of his mouth. He licked and kissed his way from her fingers down her arms to her shoulder and neck, at last to suck with devastating accuracy at her breasts. His mouth played with her nipple, his tongue swirled over it, around it, his lips plucked. He sucked it hard, deep into blazing heat. His soft moans lavished endless praise upon it and its twin and then he bit her. And Emmy wondered at her ability to bear the beauty of it. And just when she thought she could take no more, he bit her again then bit her harder.

  It should have hurt, but it didn’t. She was surprised at first, and hardly a moment later thought he couldn’t bite her enough. She gasped and moaned at the pleasure, the pain, she couldn’t tell which.

  “Oh, God, I love this,” she choked. “I love this so much.”

  “Mmm…” he moaned in agreement as he licked every inch of her breast. There wasn’t a spot left untouched when he settled again on the luscious pink nipple. He sucked her hard into the depth of a mouth whose heat rivalled that of a blazing furnace. Emmy cried out at the sensation then cried out again as his teeth came once more to tease her nipple. Hot. God, she was so hot, hotter
than she could ever remember.

  She began to fight him, desperate that he should never leave her nipples, never stop licking and biting her. Her hips rose from the floor, her entire body trembled, aching, silently pleading for all he could give. She couldn’t breathe as a tight cramp spread over her middle again. No longer ignorant of the signs, Emmy gasped, knowing the attention paid to her breasts had brought about the need to come again, and he hadn’t even touched her below her waist.

  “I’m going to come again,” she gasped and wondered how she managed the words as the aching, crashing, crushing waves of ecstasy lifted her from a mere human state to a crazed, desperately hungry creature, soaring out beyond the stars to a place where only mindless enchantment reigned supreme.

  He bit down on a nipple as two fingers slipped into her hot pussy, his mind reeling at the deliciously wet inferno of heat he found there. Her body curved into the power of his quick, forceful thrusts, unable to stop the keening soft cries that slipped from her lips, even as the sweet, exquisite magic came upon her and held and held until nothing but the wonder of his hands, his teeth and his tongue existed.

  He chuckled victoriously as he felt the last of her aftershocks begin to fade. He smiled even as his mouth slipped down the length of her, from her full breasts, over a flat stomach, his tongue at last between her sweet curls to suck up the deliciously thick, creamy cum. God, had a woman ever tasted like this? He moaned as he absorbed all he could. Her legs relaxed and spread beautifully apart, he took one and placed it over his shoulder, allowing him the best access to all he was desperate to sample. “You taste so good. I can’t get enough.”

  And when she was dry again, as dry as his tongue was going to manage at least, he moved up the length of her and whispered suddenly near her ear. “Don’t move. I’ll be right back.”

  And Emmy, dazed still from the trauma suffered, willingly obeyed as he left the room only to return moments later with a small bowl, a razor, soap and towels.

  Nick was desperate to make this, their first coming together, last as long as humanly possible. And nothing was going to last if he kept licking her deliciously sweet pussy. Damn but the woman was as addictive as opium and beyond delectable.