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her face. She wiggled her hips, adjusting, experimenting, whimpering as the clenching throb flared to life at her core again. His breath hitched, and he pumped his hips, pulling out and entering her again.
    The friction made her eyes flare wide. “Oh!”
    “It just gets better,” he promised against her mouth, increasing the tempo, driving into her faster, harder. She met his thrusts, crying out at every impact, straining against his hands.
    His fingers tightened around hers, holding fast as his body moved over hers, stoking her to a frenzy. The pressure in her coiled and tightened until it released in a great burst. Colors sharpened. A shrill cry spilled loose from her throat as she arched against him.
    He released her hands. Her arms remained limp at her sides as his hand slid along her thigh, bringing it up and around his hip, lifting her leg as he stroked inside of her several more times until he cried out and spent himself, shuddering his release.
    “Violet,” he gasped in her ear, rolling to the side and bringing her with him. Face-to-face, they panted, neither moving.
    She opened her mouth several times to say something but fell silent. What did one say after sharing such intimacy? He watched her face, his eyes tracing her features as though committing to memory.
    She sat up and reached for her clothes.
    He stopped her with a hand on her arm. “No need for that. We won’t be going anywhere until morning, and if you dress, I’ll only be undressing you yet again before the night is done.”
    “Again?” She had not thought this the type of thing one did multiple times in a day, but then what did she know of the act? Her cousin, Marianne, confessed her husband only visited her in the dark and lifted her skirts to perform the necessary deed. They never saw each other naked.
    Apparently Will was not like cousin Marianne’s husband . . . nor would marriage to him be like the one Marianne had. Considering Marianne looked perpetually bored, this was not a bad thing,
    With a start, she realized she was beginning to view marriage to Will as more than a possibility.
    His mouth lifted in a half-smile. “Yes. Again.” His hand held her face, long fingers spearing through her hair. “You and I are only getting started.”
    His mouth closed over hers again, and she let herself be swept away. It was so easy to surrender. Much easier than talking about the future and what precisely this would mean for the both of them.

C HAPTER S EVEN
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    A distant shout brought Will hard awake. He hopped from the bed, shivering as he left the warm bed and the warm, yielding female body nestled against him.
    Scrubbing the heel of his hand against his bleary eyes, he moved to peer out the window. Dec and Max plowed through the snow with several stable lads behind them.
    “Who is it?”
    He turned at the soft voice. “Help has arrived.”
    She was a fetching sight, sleepy-eyed and tousled—a woman well and thoroughly bedded. Anyone would know at a glance. They’d slept very little, dozing into slumber just before dawn. He was responsible for that, unable to keep his hands off her.
    He should have stopped after their first joining and given her untried body time to recover, but he had behaved like a randy youth. “Quickly, dress yourself. They’ll be here any moment.”
    She darted from the bed like the hounds of hell chased her. “What shall they think?” she muttered, bright flags of red staining her cheeks.
    “They’ll think we took shelter amid a storm.”
    Her jaw clenched and he winced at the reddened skin there from the scrape of his bristly jaw. He’d have to be more careful with her delicate skin in the future.
    She shook her head. “Mama must be scandalized—”
    “I’m certain she will be relieved that you are not a frozen corpse lying out on the countryside. In addition to that, I’m certain she will be delighted with our marriage.”
    Violet froze, her hands at the buttons of her riding habit. He held her