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The sensation of her silk stocking against his hairy leg, the warmth of her flesh against his own, was enough to make his erection feel as though it was going to punch a hole right through the blanket.
    Breathing hard, he shot a panicky glance toward the door.
    Still ajar.
    "Lady Celsiana —"
    "Oh, come now, Andrew.  Don't you enjoy this?"
    "The damned door is open!"
    "No one will come.  Besides, don't you like to live dangerously ?"
    Her hips were pressing against his, pressing against his already straining erection.  And now she was reaching out, dragging her fingers down the cleft of his chest, running her fingernail around his nipple and down over his ribs, following the thin arrow of dark auburn hair toward —
    "Madam, please contain yourself!"
    "Why?  I've been wanting to touch you from the moment I saw you lying there in that bed.  You have such a splendid physique, you know . . .  Such taut, powerful muscles . . . such a perfectly masculine form.  I think I am very glad that you are not wearing any clothes, after all."
    "You must stop this, now!"
    "Stop what?  Let go of the blanket, Andrew.  Take it off and let me see if the rest of you is as magnificent as what I can see . . . what I can feel . . ."
    "No, this is not a good idea," he said, then let out a choked gasp as her fingers brushed teasingly over the blanket, which he clutched to himself like a shield.
    Her fingers settled on the upper edge, her knuckles pressing into the point of one bare hip, her smile coy, teasing, a mixture of virginal innocence and pure, female intuition.  "Of course it's a good idea.  Surely, you don't have something to hide , do you?"  She tugged persistently at the blanket.  Andrew, his hand shaking, clenched it at his hip.  And then she grinned and sidled closer to him, rubbing her bare breast, her aroused nipple, against the crisp hair of his chest.
    "And you accuse me of being a coward," she teased, with a little smile.
    Andrew groaned.  He was losing control of his will.  Of his body.  He felt his muscles liquefying as Celsiana began kissing his chest, looking up at him through her lashes, her fingers still tugging at the blanket.  He tightened his hold.  And now her knuckles were sliding across his bare, taut abdomen, going out to one hip, and then, agonizingly, back to the other, as she traced the blanket's folded rim.
    A blanket that Andrew was clutching desperately against himself.
    Help, he thought, muddily.  Frantically.  He backed up, wondering if he could make an escape, knowing, with some carnal part of his no-longer-scientifically-inclined mind, that escape was really the very last thing he wanted.
    What he wanted was —
    He took another step back.  She moved right with him.  And then the back of his thighs came up against the worktable.  Through the blanket, he felt its hard edge.  He felt Celsie's fingers tickling, brushing, teasing his belly . . . skimming the bony points of his hips . . . coming back around again and now touching the huge, rigid bulge that he was helpless to hide, helpless to prevent, jutting up through the blanket in proud, unmistakable arousal.
    "Oh, my," she said, her eyes widening.  "Now this is interesting!"
    "Madam, please , come to your senses, you will regret this, I tell you, this is —"
    Her fingers wrapped around him through the blanket.
    "This is . . ."
    She squeezed him, and Andrew's knees threatened to buckle.
    "This is wonderful," she finished for him, as he reached behind him, and with his free hand, caught the edge of the table.  His knuckles felt as though they were going to burst their skin.  His grip on the tabletop was the only thing keeping him on his feet.  Where his knees had been there was only water.
    "Isn't it, my Lord Andrew?"
    "Isn't it . . . isn't it what?" he managed weakly.
    "Wonderful."
    "Oh God, please help me."
    "Let go of the blanket, Andrew."
    "No, madam, you will regret this . . . we both will."
    For answer, she merely began rubbing