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She sank her fingers into his lush, silky hair, meaning to urge his head away. And then his mouth kissed her right there. Right between the legs, where no man had ever kissed her, even him.

“My oh my…Sebastian, you wicked…awful…ohhhh…”

His tongue sank inside her, and she melted. She’d never guessed…never even thought…

“You taste wonderful.” He laved her tender parts with his tongue, darting it over a spot that throbbed and beat beneath his outrageous caresses. “I’ve been aching to taste you forever.”

Beneath his ravenous, clever mouth, Juliet lost all sense of where or who she was. A hundred footpads could have stormed the carriage, and she would have told them to wait until he’d finished whatever insanity he’d embarked upon.

It must be insanity for her to feel this fabulous, this…this delicious…this…oh, she couldn’t even think of adjectives anymore. Her head was going to explode. Or her body.

He scraped his teeth ever so lightly against her engorged flesh, making her wild. Frantically she swiveled her hips against him. “Yes, Sebastian…do that, yes…”

Chuckling, he renewed his efforts with great enthusiasm. His tongue lapped and his teeth teased and tormented her until she felt herself tumbling over the edge into madness. Then somehow she was clutching his head and screaming, “Oh God, yes!” into the secret, erotic night.

She hung suspended in her pleasure for one brief, enchanting moment…then came the sinking back into the world. To the cool confines of the carriage. To Sebastian grasping her hips, kissing her thighs more leisurely now.

He lifted his head. “I told you that you’d be invoking God’s name.”

Not even his infernal insolence could dampen the melting aftermath of her enjoyment. “If that’s what it’s like when you make me burn, then set fire to me whenever you like.”

“Oh, I intend to, sweeting. As often as I can for the rest of our lives.” More rustling of clothing ensued. Still on his knees, he straightened until she felt something rigid and long and warm brush her thigh. “But first, it’s your turn to finish what you began earlier.”

She pretended ignorance. “And what might that be?”

He leaned forward to run his tongue around her nipple. “You know very well, you teasing minx.”

Suddenly, the carriage shuddered to a halt, throwing him hard against her. He swore under his breath as she caught at his shoulders.

Then his coachman called out, “We’re here, m’lord.”

Juliet sprang up straight in her seat. “Sebastian, I can’t…we can’t…It’ll take us forever to dress, and the servants are bound to guess what we’re up to if we sit in here for so long!”

“I know, but what the devil do you want me to do about it?”

“Make him go back.”

“What?”

“To Lady Brumley’s! Make him go back!”

“All right.” He called up the command, and the coach set off again. “Now how will that solve anything?”

“It’ll give us time to dress. Besides, now that I think about it, it might be better to speak to Griff in a public place where he can’t kill you.”

“Very funny.”

“I’m not joking. If he’d come in and found us together at Knighton House, he might have assumed the worst. At least at Lady Brumley’s we can sneak out of the carriage and approach him as if we hadn’t just been alone together.” She pushed at his shoulders. “Now get up. We have to dress.”

“Oh no, you don’t,” he rasped. “We have plenty of time to dress. But you are not going to leave me aroused and unsatisfied twice in one evening.”

“Now, Sebastian—” she began, then groaned when he tugged her hips forward and buried himself to the hilt inside her. “Oh!” she gasped as he began to move. “Well, if you must…all right then…”

Better than all right. It was as fabulous as before, only this time he filled her so utterly she thought she’d collapse from the sheer joy of it.

“Deuce take it, sweeting, you’ve been driving me mad with wanting,” he choked out as he thrust hard, half lifting her off the seat with his force.

“Me, too,” she murmured on a sigh.