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to unravel his self-control.
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Lillian, he said unsteadily, tell me not to touch you. Tell me it s enough now. Tell me
She kissed him again, greedily absorbing the heat and flavor of his mouth. A new urgency ignited
between them, and his kisses became harder, more aggressive, until a surge of agonized need made her
limbs heavy and weak. She felt her skirts being eased upward, the heat of sunlight penetrating the thin
linen of her knickers. The careful weight of his hand descended to her knee, his palm covering the
rounded joint. After a moment his hand slid upward. He gave her no opportunity to object, his mouth
occupying hers with restless kisses, while his fingers skimmed the sleek line of her leg.
She jerked a little as he reached the swollen, tender flesh between her thighs, tracing the shape of her
through the gauzy linen. A flush suffused her limbs and chest and face, and her heels dug into the lawn as
she arched helplessly against his hand. He stroked her soothingly over the veil of linen. The thought of
how those strong, slightly roughened fingers might feel against her skin caused her to moan with need.
After what seemed an eternity of torment, he let his fingers enter the lace-edged slit of her undergarment.
An agitated gasp escaped her as she felt herself being stroked and parted, his long fingers gliding through
the silky dark curls. He fondled her with delicate idleness, as if he were playing with the petals of a
half-open rose. One tantalizing fingertip brushed over the little peak that kindled with excitement, and all
rational thought dissolved. He found the subtle spot where all her pleasure centered, and stroked her
rhythmically, circling delicately, making her writhe in gathering desperation.
She wanted him, regardless of the consequences. She wanted his possession, and even the pain that
would come with it. But with brutal suddenness, the weight of his body was lifted from hers, and Lillian
was left tumbled and disoriented in the patch of velvety lawn. My lord? she asked breathlessly,
managing to heave herself to a sitting position, with her clothes in wanton disarray.
He was sitting nearby, his arms braced on his bent knees. With something close to despair, she saw that
he was once again in control of himself, whereas she was still trembling from head to toe.
His voice was cool and steady. You ve proved my point, Lillian. If a man you don t even like can bring
you to this state, then how much easier would it be for St. Vincent?
She started as if he had slapped her, and her eyes widened.
The transition from warm desire to a feeling of utter foolishness was not a pleasant one.
The devastating intimacy between them had been nothing but a lesson to demonstrate her inexperience.
He had used it as an opportunity to put her in her place. Apparently she wasn t good enough to wedor to
bed. Lillian wanted to die. Humiliated, she scrambled upward, clutching at her unfastened garments, and
shot him a glare of hatred. That remains to be seen, she choked out. I ll just have to compare the two
of you. And then if you ask nicely, perhaps I ll tell you if he
Westcliff pounced on her with startling swiftness, shoving her back to the lawn and bracketing her
tossing head between his muscular forearms. Stay away from him, he snapped. He can t have you.
Why not? she demanded, struggling as he settled more heavily between her flailing legs. Am I not
good enough for him either? Inferior breed that I am
You re too good for him. And he would be the first to admit it.
I like him all the better for not suiting your high standards!
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Lillian hold still, damn it Lillian, look at me! Westcliff waited until she had stilled beneath him. I
don t want to see you hurt.
Has it ever occurred to you, you arrogant idiot, that the person most likely to hurt me might beyou ?
Now it was his turn to recoil as if struck. He stared at her blankly, though she could practically hear the
whirring of his agile brain as he sorted through the potential implications of her rash statement.
Get off me, Lillian said sullenly.
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