Bronwyn Scott's Sexy Regency Bundle (196 page)

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He ached to cup them, to feel their purported firmness fill his hands. And why shouldn't he?

Such an action would only be returning the favor.

"No, they've gone." She moved, trying to disengage. Julian held her

by the hips.

"Good, then we can get back to unfinished business, as it were." Julian boldly glanced down at his aroused member.

"I think not, sir. You have misconstrued my motives. Such actions were merely a

a

decoy. Now, if you'd please release me?"

Julian chuckled. The

facade was back. "Hasn't anyone told you it's bad to leave a gentleman aroused?"

"A gentleman wouldn't be

enough to mention his, ah, 'condition' to a lady,"

she said in shocked tones.

Julian snorted. "You would have me believe that the woman who expertly-and I do mean to emphasize expertly here-expertly stroked me into full arousal is now appalled by the nature of association?"

She looked meaningfully at the bulge in his trousers. "You were excited long before my hand came along."

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Libertine Lord, Pickpocket Miss

"You, miss, are a tease of the highest order."

Julian sat up in a fluid movement, spilling his golden-haired vixen onto the floor.

"How dare you!" She stood up rapidly, shaking out her skirts, her eyes

the floor.

For a moment Julian thought she'd lost something. Then the sensation passed.

She looked entirely enchanting in her dishabille; hair tumbled, dress rumpled, one sleeve askew. Julian could not resist the temptation that rose in him. "I think you'll find that I will dare quite a lot, my dear."

He reached for her, an

sliding about her

waist to pull her to him, his other hand at her nape, guiding, angling her mouth to his for the perfect kiss, the right amount of penetration. He wanted her to know she wasn't the only expert in the room. When a woman had been kissed by Julian Burke, she long remembered it.

She sighed her pleasure into his mouth as he deepened the kiss. He moved a hand to the breast he'd coveted, caressing, teasing her nipple beneath the thin fabric as she had teased his arousal. Her body responded, her nipple hardening with rising desire. She cried out, pressing her body against his. He could feel her hands on his

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body, on his chest, inside his shirt, everywhere, in an attempt to slake her need. He pushed her dress down to her waist, desperate for those breasts of hers. Her hand had found the core of his manhood again and was stroking vigorously. He groaned without restraint, without a care.

He was reaching for the hem of her skirts to drag them up and complete their passion when the gentleman in him prodded his conscience. How far was he going to let this go? The experience was as extraordinary as it was unorthodox.

gentleman did not simply engage in sex with a nameless stranger in a dark room. This was not a bacchanal; this was a society ball, for heaven's sake, and he'd best remember that.

Julian drew back and gently disengaged her.

"I think we'd best stop before we do anything regrettable."

She turned away

him, suddenly modest

while she pulled up her bodice. "Is that how you'd describe sex with you? Regrettable?" She tossed him a saucy look over one shoulder.

Julian laughed. He stepped toward her, intending to take her in his

again and dispel

any doubts about his capabilities with the force of his lingering erection against her buttocks. But she