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the magnificent sensations she was experiencing to
intensify even more, found she was very wrong indeed.
He squeezed and stroked the twin mounds while his
tongue trailed low across the revealing expanses her shift
laid bare. Even then, when his mouth closed over her
nipple and sucked it inside the wet cavern of his mouth,
she nearly fainted. She never experienced anything so
intense as the pull of his mouth against her swollen flesh.
Good God! Cecilia cried, a sudden flood of moisture
between her legs pulsing in concert with the draw of his
mouth. What are you doing to me? The emotions
Henley and Wexford stirred in her were so intense, they
frightened her. Surely, the feelings she was experiencing
under their hands was wrong. Unnatural, even. For
nothing not her mother s stern warnings, not the
whispered conversations overheard in snatches in the
retiring room, not even Georgiana s impulsive frankness,
had taught her to expect lovemaking to feel thus. Her
feelings were so intense and so primal, she could barely
recognize herself in the wild-haired and wanton creature
she saw reflected in their eyes.
She craved their touch. Cecilia had dreamt of this
moment almost since she had come into womanhood, and
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her body responded to their caresses with an instinctive
sensuality. But now that the moment was before her, she
hesitated to take the last, irreparable step. She had no
fears for her safety. If she asked them to stop, she knew
they would do so immediately. Rather she feared their
touch for another reason altogether. For how could her life
resume its placid, conventional course, if she let loose the
dark and potent forces that were clamouring so insistently
for release?
It is too much! Too much, she said, even as her
fingers threaded through his golden hair to draw Henley
even closer. At her words, his mouth paused, a mere
finger s breadth from her sensitised skin, and he
straightened, resolute honour written in every line of his
face.
At her feet, Wexford s hands reappeared from beneath
her shift, her woven garter dangling between his long
fingers. He knelt back upon his haunches and looked at
his friend, their eyes meeting in silent communication
before he turned his beautifully masculine face upwards
to meet Cecilia s wide eyes, the expression of his features
serious and composed.
As one they spoke, hoarse with the same need that was
speeding through Cecilia s blood. She tried to stop her
ears, to block out the siren call of their deep voices,
bringing to life her most intimate fantasies. But even
through her hands, pressed firmly against her ears, the
words snaked inside her, chipping away at her last, paltry
defenses.
I want to see you naked, Henley whispered, his hand
sliding smoothly across the small of her back before
coming to cup her ass in a grasp that hauled her full
against his body.
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I have dreamed of this moment every night since we
met, Wexford said softly. I want to make love with you,
and kiss every inch of your skin with my lips and hands.
He bent his head and licked up her legs, towards the apex
of her thighs.
I want to bury myself between your thighs and make
you scream my name. Henley slipped behind her. His
hips ground against her ass and she could feel the rigidity
of his member between her legs, electrifying against her
revealing wetness.
I want you, Cecilia. Wexford s face came to rest
against her soft mound. His hands spread the linen shield
taut, soaking the fine material. He blew softly and she
gasped, resisting the urge to thrust herself against his
mouth.
I want you so much, his friend agreed ardently. But
you must tell us do you want us, too?
That was the question, wasn t it?
She wanted them. She wanted them more than she ever
thought possible. And clearly they wanted her. Their
actions told her that and left no room for doubt. But this
interlude had shown her that passion was not enough. In
her innocence, Cecilia had conflated passion with love, its
absence with stultifying fondness. The passion she had
shared with these two men was wonderful, heady and
dizzying. She could not doubt the proof of her senses and
the fact that they both loved her. Their actions told her so.
But if she was to go any further, she needed to answer
once and for all the most elemental question.
Did she love them?
From deep inside her, the answer rose up.
Yes, came the answer without hesitation, I love them
both. Utterly and completely. As she thought it, a sense of
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rightness pervaded her, banishing convention and duty
and fear.
Cecilia wanted passion in her marriage. In her life. But
tonight, she learned it was not enough to merely dream of
being carried away. She had to take chances too. So
without allowing herself time to think anymore, she
grasped the hem of her shift and pulled it over her head in
one smooth movement.
She stood before them, naked and proud. From this
moment on, she would meet her life head-on and so she
let them gaze upon her to their fill. This time, she did not
shirk or glance away. They could read her unmistakeable
acquiescence in her bold gesture. Cecilia met their heated
looks of anticipation with equal impatience. She cherished
their stunned exclamations of admiration and then she
began to laugh.
And perhaps her laughter was infectious because the
two men soon joined in, their broad shoulders shaking
with mirth at the wholly unexpected but utter rightness of
their situation. It was an affirmation of sorts and with it,
came clarity.
She finally knew the truth.
During their courtship these past six months, she had
seen them in many lights: as brave and staunch heroes, as
proper suitors for her hand, as well-mannered gentlemen
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