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a long, quiet moment.
    Sophie was intensely aware of his
hands on her bare skin, inches from the apex of her thighs. Kneeling as he was,
he was almost eye level with her. She didn’t know if he leaned in, or she did,
or they both moved at the same time, but his mouth was only a fraction of an
inch from hers. She felt his breath against her lips.
    “Sophie,” he murmured.
    She licked her lips nervously.
“Henry—”
    But whatever she had been going
to say evaporated as his mouth crashed down on hers.
    His lips were flame and hers were
tinder. She ignited at his touch. Sophie opened beneath his hungry mouth,
whimpering as his tongue teased hers with sensuous strokes. He tasted of the
wine they’d had earlier, and something else, some dark spice  she couldn’t
name. She gripped his shoulders, fingers tightly curling into the fine cotton
of his shirt.
    Henry sucked at her lower lip, a
soft growl in his throat as his strong arms came around her. Just as when they
danced, he drew her close against his chest, angling his mouth back over hers.
His kisses were hot, wet, voracious, as he returned to her lips again and
again, tongues twining erotically.
    Sophie ran her hands up the
corded muscles of his neck, sliding her fingers into the thick fall of his dark
hair. The touch of his mouth on her skin was hotter, more erotic than anything
she could have imagined. Her muscles trembled with desire as he dropped little
sucking bites along her throat. His teeth grazed the sensitive flesh just above
her collarbone sending a cascade of sparks down to the taut peaks of her
breasts. She moaned, fingernails scratching against his scalp.
    “Henry, please!” She tilted her
head back, giving him better access to her throat. She shouldn’t be doing this.
There was some reason she should be stopping him. But it seemed very distant
and unimportant compared to the throbbing of her heart and the pulsing of her
sex.
    She felt his fingers curl around
the edge of her t-shirt, his knuckles brushing the bare skin of her waist. He
lifted his head, bringing his mouth back to hers, running his tongue along the
inner satin of her lower lip and nipping it gently. “Raise your arms.”
    In Henry’s rich, throaty voice,
the words were a welcome command. Sophie obeyed, her eyes locked on his hungry
gaze. She trembled as he pulled her shirt up and off, tossing it hastily away,
baring her torso. Only the thin white lace of her bra shielded her aching
breasts from his eyes.
    “Take it off.”
    Sophie bit her lip and unhooked
her bra, drawing the scrap of lace down her arms and setting it aside.
    “ Mio Dio , Sophie,” Henry
murmured gruffly. His hand rose, cupping one of her small breasts, pinching the
taut nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Sophie whimpered at the spear of
pleasure that spiked into her belly. He pressed his mouth to hers again with a
kiss that left Sophie shaking.
    She closed her eyes as Henry bent
his head, crying out in delight as she felt the wet velvet of his tongue flick
against her breast, tracing circles around the hard peak before sucking it into
his mouth and drawing hard. Sophie’s hands came up, once again tangling in his
hair as his teeth grazed her sensitive flesh, closing gently over the taut bud.
    “Henry!” Sophie writhed beneath
his kisses.
    Her past lovers had always been
gentle, treating her like a delicate porcelain figurine, as if she were
breakable. But not Henry. His touch had an edge of harshness, his words all
sounded like commands. Sophie was more turned on than she’d ever been. Whereas
she’d sometimes had trouble reaching orgasm before, she was about to come just
from the touch of Henry’s mouth.
    He drew back from her suddenly,
sitting back on his haunches. He was breathing hard, nostrils flaring. Sophie
trembled beneath his gaze. He held out a hand.
    “Stand up.”
    Sophie rose. He’d been kneeling
so close, her feet were on either side of his thighs. She looked down, staring
at the sight of