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sexual person . Sophie felt herself making a face. No way . She rejected that sentiment. She was by no means a virgin. She’d had sex. Heck, she’d even liked it. She knew how to have an orgasm. She’d even had a few while with a man. She knew how to make herself come when the need struck too. And while she might not want to do it in front of an audience, masturbating did not embarrass or shame her. Still, though . Her mind insidiously pushed at her. You’ve never let go in the earth-shattering way Emma did last night. If that was an earthquake you witnessed, you’ve barely experienced a tremor yourself.
    “Not true.” The sweet edge to the mocha coffee turned bitter in Sophie’s mouth, and the bread turned to stone in her stomach. “It can’t be.”
    Across the kitchen, a voice asked, “Did you say something?”
    Sophie jerked up straight. “What?” Snapping back into reality, she looked around to find Owen now gone and Emma chopping her way through a pile of root vegetables at the table. “No. I’m sorry,” Sophie replied. Warmth filled her cheeks, and she was sure they’d turned pink. “I was just thinking out loud.”
    Emma’s eyes twinkled. “I do that too.”
    “Hey, babe.” Jade breezed into the kitchen, empty plate in hand. “I wanted to get this back inside before it broke. And Cale gave Owen permission to lug the wheelbarrow around to help with cleanup. Don’t worry.” The svelte woman strolled to Emma’s side. “We won’t let him anywhere near the cliffs, and he’ll always be with one of us.”
    “All right. Make sure he keeps his coat on.”
    “Will do.” Jade then dipped down and brushed her lips against Emma’s. She lingered on Emma’s mouth with grazes and little kisses. It didn’t take but a second for Emma to hum a throaty little noise and rise to her feet, straight into Jade’s embrace. Clearly deepening the kiss, Jade ran a hand down Emma’s back to her ass and then to her hip, touching with obvious familiarity and easy affection. Emma made another soft, purring sound and rubbed herself against Jade’s thigh.
    Mentally blocked no more—at least where Emma was concerned—Sophie could now easily picture the redhead flat on her back with her thighs wide apart, and Jade with a big dildo strapped on, taking Emma until the smaller woman begged and screamed as loudly as the sounds Cale and Magnus had ripped out of her last night.
    With a groan, Jade broke the kiss and stepped away. “You taste like sugar, sweetheart.” She stole another fast kiss and said, “I have to get back outside.”
    While Emma openly stared at Jade’s backside as the lithe woman left the kitchen, she sank into her chair so languidly Sophie thought she might turn into syrup and spill to the floor. Emma went back to chopping her veggies, but she now wore one of those dreamy little smiles teenagers newly in love don. Much the same as she had in the aftermath of Cale and Magnus working her over last night.
    What. The. Heck?
    Sophie felt like a broken record, but she couldn’t help it. Those three words had popped into her head more since getting that phone call to come to Raven Island than she’d ever thought or uttered in her life. The need for an explanation about Ravenstoke pressed heavily on Sophie. Illogical or not, the urgent desire to know if anybody in this place belonged to anyone else, or did they all just trade off whenever the whim suited them, ate equally at her brain and her heart. Added to that now was a desire to know if Owen belonged to Lucien. Her gut clenched upon that possibility. If the child belonged to him, then maybe Emma did too. And as ridiculous as it was, for she did not yet know this man at all, Sophie did not want Lucien to belong to anyone else. Not romantically, not sexually, and not intimately in any way.
    More than a budding sense of possessiveness or prurient curiosity drove Sophie’s need to seek answers. Every part of her being, burying itself deeper every hour