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him back, pressing her lips harder against his, imitating his actions. Swirling her tongue around his, she nibbled at his lips, kissing him with a sweet suction that shot a rush of longing straight to her center, where it blossomed into a poignant ache. By the time he broke their kiss, her breath was coming in rapid pants, her chest rising and falling in staccato rhythm.
    His gaze lowered to her breasts, to the quivering tops revealed by her chemise. Her nipples tightened at his perusal. Faintly embarrassed, she glanced away, hoping he hadn’t noticed.
    He caught her face in one hand and skimmed his lips over her cheek before dappling kisses along the line of her throat.
    “You’re very passionate,” he murmured, nuzzling a particularly sensitive spot behind her left ear. “I knew you would be.”
    “Basil said I was frigid.” The words were out before they’d scarcely had a chance to form in her mind.
    He raised up again on an elbow. “Who is Basil?”
    She flushed, ashamed by what she’d revealed. She never talked to anyone about her marriage, not even to her closest friends. Why had she told him?
    “He is my late husband. Please forget what I said; I shouldn’t have mentioned it.”
    He drew the tip of one finger over the exposed curve of her breast. “So how long has it been for you?”
    She swallowed, a quiver racing through her at his leisurely touch. “How long for what?”
    “Since you last made love?” His fingertip took a turn, trailing slowly up the center of her chest before fanning out to trace the shape of her collarbone where it protruded beneath her skin.
    She swallowed convulsively. “My husband died five years ago.”
    “Yes. But how long since your last lover?”
    She felt her eyes widen. “I’ve never had a lover, only my husband.”
    A spark, intense as gleaming emeralds, flared deep in Rafe’s gaze. “Then I suppose I ought to thank him.”
    “Thank him?”
    “Hmm,” he whispered, dropping a kiss on the top of each of her breasts. “Your husband was obviously a fool who knew nothing about satisfying a woman. Believe me, sweeting, you are far from frigid. Because of his ineptitude, he’s left the joy of enlightening you to me.”
    “But I don’t think—”
    “Shh,” he hushed, laying a finger over her lips. “You don’t need to think; all you need to do is feel.” Reaching for the ribbon holding her chemise closed, he slid the slender pink bow free of its knot. “Let’s see how you feel about this.”
    He began to fold back one side of her chemise to expose her bare breast. She stopped him with a hand. “Don’t.”
    He raised his head and questioningly met her gaze. “Why not?”
    Her eyelashes fanned downward. “B-Because it’s daylight and you’ll see. Couldn’t we both slip under the covers and you could just…touch me there?”
    “No. I want to see you. Seeing is one of the very best parts.”
    He reached again for her chemise.
    “Oh, but—”
    He paused. “But what?”
    A blush crept over her skin like a sunrise as she forced herself to continue. “I’m big,” she whispered. “Too big.”
    He arched a brow. “From what I’ve observed, you’re shaped like a goddess. But I see, for your own piece of mind, that I shall have to make a closer study of the subject.”
    Her blush heated further. Knowing there was nothing she could do to stop him, she shut her eyes and prepared to endure.
    A delicate shiver went through her as he peeled back the soft white silk of her chemise, exposing her naked breasts to his view. She felt him watching her again in that intent, solemn way of his, but refused to open her eyes, even to peek.
    A slow humiliation slid through her at his prolonged silence, making her long to curl in upon herself and hide. Before she could act, he covered one of her breasts with his palm and held her, cradling her flesh as if testing its shape and weight.
    “You’re so beautiful, Julianna.” Low and throaty, his voice sounded like warm