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slid a hand around her waist and dragged her
back against him before she even realized his intent, dropping his
chin on her shoulder. “I’d only thought we might share a few
private moments,” he murmured huskily next to her ear.
    A shiver went through her as his hot breath
fanned the side of her neck. “Let go of me then, and we’ll
talk.”
    He chuckled, dragging her onto his lap.
“Talking isn’t what I had in mind.”
    Demi gaped at him, too shocked at his
audacity to think of a response. He took advantage of her
defenselessness, covering her mouth with his own … also her chin
and the tip of her nose. The sense of suffocation was instantaneous
and she planted her palms against his chest, twisting her head,
struggling to pull free. His arms tightened around her, but she
managed to free her airway and dragged in a breath of air, clamping
her teeth tightly as she felt his tongue snake out, demanding
entrance. He forced her jaws apart despite all she could do,
throttling her with his tongue, drowning her with a wash of saliva
so that she could think of nothing but escape.
    Her gyrations only seemed to excite him. As
she twisted in his lap, a rod of flesh hardened beneath her thigh.
He released her mouth almost as abruptly as he’d captured it. For
perhaps a second, Demi thought he would release her altogether.
Then, he fastened his mouth against her throat and began to work a
slimy trial downward. She put the heel of her palm against his
forehead, trying to thrust him away, without any discernible
effect. Twisting her head, she glanced around frantically for
something to club him with.
    Not surprisingly, she saw nothing. She
hadn’t even thought to bring a parasol since it was early spring
yet and the sun far too cool to warrant one. The hand brake caught
her eye, however, and she struggled to reach it, just brushing it
with the tips of her fingers. Frustrated, she dug her heels into
the seat and thrust backward. He took the opportunity to fasten his
mouth over her breast. Moisture saturated the gown instantly and
even through the fabric she could feel his teeth and tongue as he
raked them against her nipple.
    Ignoring him, she grasped the hand brake and
snatched it back. The horse, already agitated by the struggle in
the carriage, jolted forward.
    Releasing her abruptly, Jonathan dumped her
onto the seat and grabbed for the reins. Setting the brake once
more, he draped the reins around it again. When he turned, his eyes
were glazed, dark, predatory. Grasping Demi, he tugged her hips
across the seat toward him, pushing her backwards at the same time
so that she fell back against the seat. Sprawling half on top of
her, he covered her mouth in another drowning kiss. As he wedged a
knee between her legs, freeing one from beneath his body, she
kicked wildly at the hand brake, finally knocking it backward once
more.
    Again, the horse jogged forward, jolting the
carriage. The motion overbalanced their precarious position and
Jonathan rolled into the floorboard, taking her with him. He
released her instantly, however, struggling to catch the reins.
Demi pushed herself upright, very deliberately planted her knee on
top of his engorged manhood and focused her entire weight on it as
she struggled to crawl up on the seat once more. He let out a
bellow of pain and rage and jackknifed upright as she scrambled off
of him.
    “ Oh!” she exclaimed,
striving to compose her features into a look of concern. “Did I
hurt you?”
    He sent her a glare and concentrated on
catching the reins and halting the horse once more. The pain seemed
to have cooled his ardor, however, if not his temper. He settled in
the seat and raked a hand through his mussed hair. “No,” he
answered finally. “I bumped my … knee.”
    Shaking like a leaf, Demi concentrated on
straightening her gown. He handed her her shawl wordlessly, and she
wrapped it around her shoulders. She’d lost the pin she had used to
pin it over her less than modest neckline.