gentle assaults on her senses that she had grown to
expect in the evenings. This kiss was hot and deliberately overpowering. She
could feel Julian's tongue sliding boldly into her mouth. For a moment a heavy,
drugging warmth surged through Sophy. Then she tasted the port on his breath and
instinctively she started to struggle.
"Be still," Julian muttered, soothing her with a long, stroking movement of his
big palm down her spine. "Just be still and let me kiss you. That's all I want
at the moment. I intend to remove a few of your ridiculous fears."
"I am not afraid of you," she protested quickly, keenly aware of the strength in
his hands. "I simply do not care to have the privacy of my bedchamber invaded
yet by a man who is still very much a stranger to me."
"We are no longer strangers, Sophy. We are husband and wife and it's time we
became lovers."
His mouth closed over hers again and her protests were cut off. Julian kissed
her deeply, thoroughly, imprinting himself on her until Sophy was trembling with
reaction. As always when he held her in his arms like this she felt breathless
and strangely weak. When his hands moved lower, gripping her and forcing her up
against his body, she felt the hardness in him and it made her flinch.
"Julian?" She looked up at him, wide-eyed.
"What did you expect?" He smiled wickedly. "A man is no different than any other
farm animal. You claim to be an expert on the subject."
"My lord, this is hardly a matter of putting a ewe and a ram together in the
same pen."
"I am glad you appreciate the difference."
He refused to let her ease away from him. Instead, he cupped her buttocks in his
two large hands and urged her even closer to the bulging hardness of his thighs.
Sophy's head whirled as she felt the unmistakable shape of his swollen manhood
pushing against her softness. Her skirts swirled around his leg, caught, and
clung to his calves. He widened his stance and she found herself trapped between
his legs.
"Sophy, little one, Sophy, my sweet, let me make love to you. It's only right."
The urgent plea was punctuated with small, persuasive kisses that traced the
line of her jaw and traveled down her throat to her bare shoulder.
Sophy could not respond. She felt as if she were being swept out to sea on a
mighty, surging tide. She had loved Julian from afar for too long. The
temptation to surrender to the sensuous warmth that he engendered in her was
almost overwhelming. Unconsciously her arms went around his neck and she parted
her lips invitingly. He had taught her much about kissing during the past few
days.
Julian needed no second invitation. He took her lips again with a low groan of
satisfaction. This time his hand moved under her breast and he cupped her
gently, his thumb searching out the nipple beneath the muslin bodice.
Sophy did not hear the drawing room door open behind her but she did hear the
apologetic gasp of dismay and the sound of the door closing again very quickly.
Julian lifted his head to glare over the top of her curls and the spell was
broken.
Sophy blushed as she realized one of the servants had witnessed the passionate
kiss. She stepped back hurriedly and Julian let her go, smiling slightly at her
disheveled appearance. She put her hand to her hair and found it in far worse
than its usual disarray. Several curls were tumbling down around her ears and
the ribbon her maid had tied so carefully before dinner had come loose. It
dangled down the nape of her neck.
"I… Excuse me, my lord. I must go upstairs. Everything has come undone." She
whirled and flew to the door.
"Sophy." There was a clink of glass on glass.
"Yes, my lord?" She paused, her hand on the doorknob, and glanced back warily.
Julian was standing by the fire, his arm resting casually along the white marble
mantle. He had a fresh glass of port in his hand. Sophy was more alarmed than
ever when she saw the masculine satisfaction in his eyes. His mouth was
expect in the evenings. This kiss was hot and deliberately overpowering. She
could feel Julian's tongue sliding boldly into her mouth. For a moment a heavy,
drugging warmth surged through Sophy. Then she tasted the port on his breath and
instinctively she started to struggle.
"Be still," Julian muttered, soothing her with a long, stroking movement of his
big palm down her spine. "Just be still and let me kiss you. That's all I want
at the moment. I intend to remove a few of your ridiculous fears."
"I am not afraid of you," she protested quickly, keenly aware of the strength in
his hands. "I simply do not care to have the privacy of my bedchamber invaded
yet by a man who is still very much a stranger to me."
"We are no longer strangers, Sophy. We are husband and wife and it's time we
became lovers."
His mouth closed over hers again and her protests were cut off. Julian kissed
her deeply, thoroughly, imprinting himself on her until Sophy was trembling with
reaction. As always when he held her in his arms like this she felt breathless
and strangely weak. When his hands moved lower, gripping her and forcing her up
against his body, she felt the hardness in him and it made her flinch.
"Julian?" She looked up at him, wide-eyed.
"What did you expect?" He smiled wickedly. "A man is no different than any other
farm animal. You claim to be an expert on the subject."
"My lord, this is hardly a matter of putting a ewe and a ram together in the
same pen."
"I am glad you appreciate the difference."
He refused to let her ease away from him. Instead, he cupped her buttocks in his
two large hands and urged her even closer to the bulging hardness of his thighs.
Sophy's head whirled as she felt the unmistakable shape of his swollen manhood
pushing against her softness. Her skirts swirled around his leg, caught, and
clung to his calves. He widened his stance and she found herself trapped between
his legs.
"Sophy, little one, Sophy, my sweet, let me make love to you. It's only right."
The urgent plea was punctuated with small, persuasive kisses that traced the
line of her jaw and traveled down her throat to her bare shoulder.
Sophy could not respond. She felt as if she were being swept out to sea on a
mighty, surging tide. She had loved Julian from afar for too long. The
temptation to surrender to the sensuous warmth that he engendered in her was
almost overwhelming. Unconsciously her arms went around his neck and she parted
her lips invitingly. He had taught her much about kissing during the past few
days.
Julian needed no second invitation. He took her lips again with a low groan of
satisfaction. This time his hand moved under her breast and he cupped her
gently, his thumb searching out the nipple beneath the muslin bodice.
Sophy did not hear the drawing room door open behind her but she did hear the
apologetic gasp of dismay and the sound of the door closing again very quickly.
Julian lifted his head to glare over the top of her curls and the spell was
broken.
Sophy blushed as she realized one of the servants had witnessed the passionate
kiss. She stepped back hurriedly and Julian let her go, smiling slightly at her
disheveled appearance. She put her hand to her hair and found it in far worse
than its usual disarray. Several curls were tumbling down around her ears and
the ribbon her maid had tied so carefully before dinner had come loose. It
dangled down the nape of her neck.
"I… Excuse me, my lord. I must go upstairs. Everything has come undone." She
whirled and flew to the door.
"Sophy." There was a clink of glass on glass.
"Yes, my lord?" She paused, her hand on the doorknob, and glanced back warily.
Julian was standing by the fire, his arm resting casually along the white marble
mantle. He had a fresh glass of port in his hand. Sophy was more alarmed than
ever when she saw the masculine satisfaction in his eyes. His mouth was
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