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her. This wanton side of her was new to him, but he liked it.
    “Maybe you need a little release, darling.” Bending down, he placed light kisses across her stomach and thighs.
    His fingers held her swollen pussy lips apart. With a wicked glance to her, he smiled and lowered his tongue to her slit. Licking her from bottom to top, he loved the way she rotated her hips, enthralling him. He paused a second to rest over her clit, then teased the hood with his tongue.
    She cried out loudly.
    “You shall wake the house. Quiet down.” He grinned over her sex. In fact, her enjoyment was a heady rush, as enticing as a warm mouth over his cock. Something he would definitely have to try with her later.
    “Be glad my hands are tied.” There was no heat to her voice, but he looked up to see a wicked grin.
    “Oh, I am,” he replied before continuing on his mission. With slow swirls, he laved her tender spot. He alternated between pressing firmly and brushing over it in quick, light strokes.
    Her arousal was rising. The scent of her desire increased, as did her struggles.
    “Please. Please. Must you force me to beg you?” She no longer sounded like herself, her voice raspy and low.
    Though his shaft tightened and a tiny drop of his seed had already spread over the head, Simon didn’t stop his exploration.
     “You came into my room and offered your body to me,” he replied. “I intend to sample it fully.”
    He teased. He licked. With hard, long strokes. With slow swishes until Rowena’s soft cries intensified.
    She must be close. Taking his index finger, he pushed inside of her as he tapped his tongue in measured intervals against her clitoris. He kept the pace steady until her body clenched. She shuddered beneath him and released a long, low moan as she came.
    “Simon,” she breathed.
    “Hmmm?”
    “That was…that was…”
    He shifted onto his elbows so he could look up at her face. “Quite enjoyable.”
    She reddened. “It was unlike anything,” she said.
    Though he hated to think of Paul having this kind of pleasure with her, he couldn’t help his curiosity. “Paul never kissed you in this way?” he asked.
    She shook her head fiercely. “No.”
    “I should like to make up for that.” He kissed her thigh and looked back up again. “Every day, if you let me.”
    “Oh.” It came out as a little cry from her lips.
    “There are many, many ways to make love,” he told her. “I intend to try as many of them as you will permit me.” He grinned.
    The way her green eyes widened sent another rush of heat through him. He loved that she was experienced enough to be so bold as to wait in his bed, but still so inexperienced when it came to the ways of pleasure.
    “Would you like to rest a while? Or, would you like to find out more?” he asked.
    “Kiss me,” she demanded.
    Simon crawled up the length of her. He paused before lowering his head. They stared into each other’s eyes for a moment. “I love you, Rowena.” Before she could reply, he pressed his lips to hers.
    Tenderly, he coaxed her tongue to play with his. This wasn’t the heated kiss of intense passion, but a warm, enveloping kiss, slow and measured.
    “I said it before, but I want to be clear. I do not just want you for tonight. I want you in my bed and in my life tomorrow and every day after,” he said. The thought of separating from her again was too much for him to bear. He needed to know that they had a future together, that she wanted a life with him as much as he wanted one with her.
    “I will marry you, Simon, if that is what you are asking.” The trembling in her soft voice revealed more than her words.
    He took her mouth in a long kiss. “Yes, I am asking.”
    When he lifted his head, he chuckled. “Something tells me we’d better arrange for a special license straight away,” he said.
    Her forehead furrowed in apparent confusion.
    “If I have you as thoroughly and as often as I intend, it could soon become obvious that the, uh,