emerge. It made his skin slippery, and she circled the head with her fingertips before sliding down to explore the tight, cool pouch nestled beneath.
Suddenly he caught her wrist in a gentle grasp. 'That's enough for now,' he said raspily.
'Why?'
'Because I'm about to lose my self-control.'
'That was my intention,' she said, and he laughed low in his throat.
'We're going to do this my way,' he murmured, scooping her up and depositing her on the narrow bed. 'And I intend to make it last a long time.'
Ross's body settled beside hers, more than six feet of hard, powerful male, and she rolled toward him with trembling eagerness. He pushed her back down and bent over her, his hot breath fanning her breast. The tip of his tongue teased her nipple, and she grasped his broad shoulders, straining upward in supplication. He nibbled and sucked lightly at the hardening peak, then moved to the other breast, making her writhe beneath him.
'Ross,' she said desperately.
'Mmm?'
'I need more...more...' She felt his hand descend to her stomach, and her hips lifted in an eloquent arch. He raised his head, his passion-bright eyes glinting with satisfaction when he saw the flush on her cheeks. She moaned in gratitude as his fingers slid through the triangle of curls, finding the feminine crest that ached so sweetly. To her dismay, the touch was only fleeting. 'Oh, Ross, don't stop, please--'
'I want something else.' He slid much lower, trailing kisses along her body until his shoulders lodged between her thighs.
Sophia felt his lips descend to the inside of her thigh. Suddenly realizing what he meant to do, she jerked and struggled upward to a half-sitting position. 'Wait,' she gasped, catching his dark head in her hands. 'Wait. Not there.'
His hand moved along the outside of her leg in a soothing stroke. 'Haven't you done that before?'
'Of course not--I didn't even imagine that someone would--' She stopped and regarded him with a perplexed frown. 'I doubt that Anthony even knew about such a thing.'
Laughter rumbled in his chest, and he kissed her knee. 'I wanted to do this to you the first day we met.'
'You did?' she asked in complete astonishment.
'Right there in my office. I wanted to throw you across my desk and put my head under your skirts.'
'No,' Sophia said skeptically, unable to believe that beneath his remote exterior, he could have been thinking such a thing. 'But you were so dignified!'
'As dignified as a man with a full-blown cockstand could be.'
'Truly? But how--' She gasped as his head dropped between her thighs once more. 'Oh, Ross, wait--'
'After tonight,' came his velvety murmur, 'you're going to forget all about Anthony.'
She felt his fingers pressing her swollen folds open, his tongue touching the delicate peak between them. Her elbows collapsed, and she felt back to the mattress with a groan, staring blindly into the darkness. Oh, God, he waslicking her, in long, sinuous laps that made her body quiver with desperate excitement.
She could not stop the motion of her hips, rising upward in repeated surges. His hands slid beneath her, guiding her rhythm while his tongue strummed, bathed, flirted. Just as the sensations coalesced in an unendurable peak, Ross lifted his head and levered his body over hers.
'Oh, God,' Sophia whimpered, left suspended on the brink of climax. 'Please,please --'
He entered her with a deep flex of his hips. Sophia cried out, her muscles instinctively grasping at the gentle but relentless intrusion. She was stretched tight, unable to take any more. Desperately she struggled to accommodate him, but it seemed impossible.
His mouth brushed over hers, and he whispered, 'Easy. I won't hurt you. Relax, sweetheart.' His hand slid between their bodies and she felt him stroke her while he pressed forward in slow nudges, his every movement careful and easy. Each plunge of his shaft drew a moan from her throat, and she bit her lip to hold in the sounds. Suddenly he was all the way inside her, gliding full and deep, burying every inch of his sex. He withdrew almost to the head of his shaft, then submerged the entire length with excruciating slowness, his chest hair teasing her nipples, his flat stomach brushing over hers. She writhed upward, her hips pushing into his long, pleasuring thrusts until she begged frantically, 'Please don't be gentle, don't,don't , do it harder,please --'
His mouth covered hers, muffling her cries. Her body shook with violent spasms, gripping the hard organ inside her until Ross let out a groan and seized her hips with both hands, spending his own passion.
As her body continued to twitch and jerk with delight, Ross cradled her in his arms and kissed her again. Filled with his tongue and his sex, she felt another wave of sensation roll over her, and she moaned and shivered with a second climax.
After a long time Ross moved onto his side, taking care not to crush her. Sophia stretched luxuriously against him. 'Ross...' she murmured drowsily. 'I want to tell you something. Perhaps you won't believe me, but it's true.'
'Yes?'
'I couldn't have gone through with it.'
'You mean, breaking my heart? Yes, I know that.'
'You do?'
He smoothed the reckless profusion of her hair and spread it over his chest. 'It's not in your nature to hurt anyone. You could never have brought yourself to betray me.'
Sophia was astonished by his belief in her. 'How can you be so certain?'
'You are very easy to read.' He played lightly with the lobe of her ear. 'I've known for a while that you cared for me. But I wasn't certain how much until yesterday morning, when you saw me after we'd been apart for a week. Your face showed everything.'
Perturbed by the revelation, Sophia sat up and leaned over him, her bare breasts half concealed by the wild locks of her hair. 'If I am so transparent, then what am I thinking now?'
Ross studied her for a moment, and a slow smile curved his lips. 'You're wondering how soon I'm going to make love to you again.' Before she could reply, he pulled her farther atop his body, settling her legs on either side of his hips. To her astonishment, his sex stirred into vibrant life, springing hard against her vulnerable flesh. 'And this is your answer,' he murmured, pulling her head down to his.
Exhausted by the tumultuous weekend, Sophia cuddled on Ross's lap and dozed for most of the carriage ride back to London. Staring at the sleeping face on his shoulder, Ross marveled at the momentous change that had taken place in his life. He had become so accustomed to solitude that he had forgotten what it was like to need someone this way. Now all the desires that he had suppressed for so long--for sex, for affection and companionship--had been freed with a vengeance. It troubled him that Sophia had such power over him, a power that he himself had given her. God help him when she realized it. Yet he could not bear to withhold anything from her.
Her body bounced in his lap with each jolt of the carriage, arousing him and filling his mind with idle fantasies. Gently he held Sophia's head against his chest and watched the alterations of her expression as she slept: the tiny frown that gathered between her dark brows, the restless twitch of her mouth. It seemed that her dreams were far from peaceful. He stroked the side of her face and murmured quietly, and her frown smoothed away. Unable to help himself, Ross slid his hand to her breast and molded his fingers over the voluptuous curve. Even in sleep she responded to him, arching with a drowsy murmur. He pressed his lips to her forehead, and cradled her as she stretched and yawned.
'I'm sorry,' he said, staring into the slumbrous depths of her eyes. 'I didn't intend to wake you.'
She blinked sleepily. 'Are we almost there?'
'A half hour at most.'
Her gaze turned wary. 'What will happen tomorrow?' she asked.
'I'm going to find out if I was the man who sent your brother to the prison hulk all those years ago.'
Her fingers slipped inside his waistcoat, seeking the warmth of his body. 'Whatever you discover will not matter.'
'Of course it will,' he said gruffly.
'No.' She levered herself upward. Her hand curved around his neck, and she applied her lips to his, exploring daintily, her tongue lapping into the warmth of his mouth. Ross remained stalwart for precisely five seconds, then
