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    The clear evidence of Sir Nicholas’s desire set her blood singing. To know that this man’s hunger was as strong as her own was beyond thrilling. He devoured her like a man starved for kisses. Like he couldn’t get enough of her. His hands slid in a long, gliding caress over her neck, across her shoulders and down her back, raising delicious tremors wherever he touched. Cupping her bottom, he pulled her firmly against him and there was no mistaking his arousal; his iron-hard shaft jutted into her belly. Her sex tightened with longing and she squirmed to ease the pressure.
    And that’s when she knew Sir Nicholas’s kisses wouldn’t be enough for her either.
    Panting, she pulled her mouth away to at last confess her need but Sir Nicholas spoke first.
    “This is what you do to me,” he groaned, as he gently thrust his hips against her again. “This is why I want you so badly.” He brushed his lips across her jaw and tugged lightly on her earlobe with his teeth before adding in a hot, ragged whisper, “I’ve felt this way from the moment we met and I’m not ashamed to admit I was thinking about you at the lake. But,” he raised his head, locking his smoldering gaze with hers, “the question still is, have you decided what you want, Miss Adams? Have you made up your mind? Will you accept my wicked and thoroughly indecent proposition? Or not...?”
    Abigail laid a hand on Sir Nicholas’s wide chest and through the layers of silk and cambric she felt him draw in a deep breath. Felt the thunder of his heart. “Yes, I accept. I will be your mistress.” She dared to place her other hand against his lean jaw. “I want you too.”

Chapter 7
    “ I want you too .”
    Nicholas turned his head and kissed Miss Adams’s—Abigail’s—palm. After the incident at the lake, he’d set out to seduce this beautiful woman—had ruthlessly taken advantage of her vulnerability—and he’d succeeded in getting what he wanted. But as she’d touched his jaw, her fingers had trembled and an uncharacteristic surge of tenderness had washed over him. Despite his triumph—and despite the fact she was ruled by her desires just as much as he was—he couldn’t help but feel like a satyr despoiling a maiden.
    He’d never deliberately ruined a woman before, but without a doubt, that’s what he was doing by persuading Abigail to give up her safe, respectable existence and become his mistress. A better man would resist his carnal urges and wouldn’t have propositioned her the way he’d just done. But he wasn’t that man.
    He brushed a finger down her flushed cheek. “I’m delighted to hear you say yes. And that you want me too, Miss Adams. Or may I call you Abigail?”
    The smile she gifted him was delightfully shy. “Of course.”
    Nicholas couldn’t resist kissing her again. And she kissed him back with a desire that matched his own. As he’d long suspected, she definitely wasn’t an innocent. She would be able to feel his raging erection and she clearly wasn’t perturbed. Far from it. The hand she’d pushed inside his coat earlier had worked its way south and her fingers were now curled into the waistband of his buckskin breeches. Fire seared through him straight to his groin at the thought she might stroke his cock. God, he had to have her, sooner rather than later... Right now.
    He was just about to palm one of her breasts when she broke their kiss yet again. “If you don’t mind my asking, how will things proceed?” she asked in a deliciously husky voice. “I imagine it will take a little while to make the arrangements you suggested. In London. I could come to your room tonight... Or you could come to mine...”
    “Or we could lock the drawing room door.” He dropped an open-mouthed kiss upon her neck, inhaling her delicious scent —was that lily-of-the-valley he detected?—before he brushed his lips along her jaw. “No one will disturb us.”
    She stiffened a little and as he drew back he caught