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    â€œThen they should not be surprised if they find themselves pinned against the wall with their skirts lifted,” he muttered, his words deliberately crude.
    Her hands lifted, but not to push him away. Instead, the aggravating minx actually arched her body closer, brushing against his throbbing erection and nearly sending him to his knees.
    â€œIan.”
    He gave her earlobe a punishing nip, but he could not keep his arms from wrapping about her, or his lips trailing down the enticing curve of her neck.
    He had spent the entire damn night dreaming of having this woman tight against his body. Of spreading her legs and thrusting so deep inside her that she could feel him in her womb. Of filling her with his seed over and over and over. . . .
    â€œDamn, you smell so sweet.” He breathed in her light, vanilla scent, thankfully drowning the nauseating cloud of flowery perfume. During his childhood he had come to hate the heavy aromas that filled this room and drifted through the icy corridors of Rosehill. It was a constant reminder that his father preferred the companionship of these plants to his own son. “You should not have followed me.”
    Her head tilted back in invitation. “I wanted . . .”
    â€œWhat? What did you want?” he prompted, his tongue tracing the line of her collarbone. “This?” His hands skimmed up the curve of her back as his hips compulsively rocked against the soft curve of her stomach. “Or this?” he demanded, nuzzling the frantic beat of her pulse at the base of her throat.
    â€œYes.”
    He nibbled his way back to her ear, swirling his tongue along the outer shell before following the path of her stubborn jaw. He knew where he was headed. Those damnable rosebud lips of hers had been haunting him from the moment he had caught sight of her in that meadow.
    Still, he kept his pace excruciatingly slow, savoring each creamy inch of her cheek. There was something rather unnerving about being the only man to have kissed a particular maiden. He wanted to be . . . hell, he wanted to be unforgettable.
    How embarrassing was that for a jaded man of the world?
    At last reaching her lips, Ian nibbled at the corner of her mouth, fiercely pleased when she gave a low moan and her fingers clutched at his shoulders. He forgot that he was teaching her a lesson, that this was all to frighten her into avoiding him like the plague. He forgot that he had sworn not to debauch the virginal chit.
    His every thought was consumed with the pleasure of drowning in the vanilla heat that she offered so sweetly.
    Allowing his fingers to dance aimlessly over her shoulder blades, Ian outlined her trembling mouth with his tongue, patiently waiting for the sigh that parted her lips. Only then did he shift his head to capture her mouth in a soft, tender kiss.
    For a breathless moment she stiffened, as if considering the wisdom of traveling this dangerous path. Ian was careful not to rush, his touch so light she would know that she could pull away at any moment.
    She didn’t.
    Indeed, her arms abruptly encircled his neck, the movement arching her body against his clenched muscles and scalding him with her heat.
    Holy hell. His body jerked as a biting urgency slammed into him, his hands splaying across her back as he deepened the kiss. The taste and scent of her was clouding his mind, making him think of meadows and fresh honey. It was a startlingly erotic image that made his previous seductions seem somehow cloying and unsavory.
    Intoxicated far more than a rake should be, Ian urged her lips wider, dipping his tongue into the moist heat of her mouth. Her nails dug into his nape at the unexpected caress, but Ian was indifferent to the tiny prick of pain. Christ, it was nothing in comparison to the savage throb of his erection.
    He swallowed her soft moan of pleasure, his hands shifting to slowly outline her slender waist before rising up and cupping the soft thrust of her