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barrage of sensation as his hands roamed over her, one minute plumping up her breast so he could suck more of her into his mouth, the next trailing his big hands over her stomach, her hips, and down her legs. With each stroke, the tension in her body spiraled higher until she was squirming beneath him.
    When one of his hands drifted over the thatch of dark curls at the top of her thighs, she couldn’t stand it any longer. She simply had to touch him the way he was touching her.
    She planted her palms on his shoulders, pushing hard, forcing him to come off her body. Then she sat up and yanked the hem of his shirt from his breeches. “Take this off, Anthony. Now.”
    He let out a choked laugh but complied, tossing the shirt over his shoulder to land haphazardly on top of her nightclothes. Linnet blinked, her hand hovering in the air a mere inch from his chest, but still not touching him. She’d never seen a more impressive sight than his broad shoulders, densely muscled chest, and taut stomach. Dark hair swept in a narrowing line over his skin, disappearing into his breeches—breeches that strained over his generous proportions.
    If Linnet had always thought Anthony intimidating with his clothes on, it was nothing compared to him half naked.
    “Oh, my,” she whispered.
    Anthony let out a groan, resting his forehead against hers. His hands smoothed up and down her arms. She supposed he meant to soothe her, but the feel of his fingers over her hot skin had the opposite effect, making her tremble with excitement and need.
    “There’s no need to worry, love,” he said in a rough voice. “I promise I’ll take care of you.”
    She placed her thumbs under his jaw and pushed up, forcing him to look at her. “I’m not worried, and I want this as much as you do.”
    Their gazes caught, his smoldering with an intensity that made every muscle in her body grow weak. As they stared at each other, his hands moved to the inside of her thighs and slowly pushed her legs farther apart. At her gasp, he looked down, growling deep in his throat as he took in the sight of her.
    “Christ, you’re beautiful, Linnet.”
    His fingers delved into her curls, carefully searching through the tender folds of flesh. Linnet grabbed his shoulders, and her nails dug into his skin as tiny contractions began to ripple through her. She widened for him, instinctively seeking more sensation, somehow knowing that her vulnerability, her openness, would increase her pleasure.
    His pleasure, too, from the look on his face. Anthony’s features had pulled tight, his lips curled back in a small but feral smile. Perspiration sheened his skin in the faint glow of the lamp as one hand clamped on her thigh, pushing her wider open as the other stroked through the soft, damp folds. Linnet knew she should be ashamed for surrendering so completely to him, but instead all she felt was joy. Joy that she could not only share this hot fire of pleasure, but that she no longer had to hide herself from him, or he from her.
    But then all thought splintered as his mouth came down on hers, even as his hand stroked up between her thighs, rubbing on the little knot of sensitive, aching flesh. Linnet moaned, letting her head drop back. When his lips returned to her breast, sucking hard on one nipple as he carefully pushed two fingers deep inside of her, she cried out, almost overtaken by the contractions in her womb.
    She gripped, digging hard into his shoulders. “Anthony, do something.” Her voice was a thin quaver of need.
    His head came up and he planted a rough kiss on her mouth. “Yes, you’re ready for me,” he rasped. “Christ, Linnet. You’re so hot, so wet.”
    His words shocked her, but she found them unbearably stimulating at the same time. She stared up into his face, dazzled by his hard, handsome features, passion skimming a flush across his cheekbones, and emotion blazing in his eyes. He was as open to her as she was to him.
    She was suddenly overtaken by an