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The timid side of her would rather that winkle didn’t co, so she nodded and stood up She twisted to reach the tiny metal hooks that fastened her drawers, when Jaasp Under her eyelashes, she saw his body strain forward He didn’t think she was ugly

Instead of i pins fro it free so that it tumbled down over her breasts, all twisted strands of honey and cognac and amber Her skin prickled at the touch of her hair, as if the strands were fingers caressing her

"Daisy," James breathed

"My drawers are fastened with s her sht tear the lace" She slowly, slowly slipped the first hook froarlance at Ja With the third hook, the silk started to slide down her hips, but she caught it

"Let it fall," Ja with i a flash of power "Say please"

Instead he reached out, lightning quick, and her smalls fell past the little twist of as, down to her ankles

"You don’t need to wear that sort of thing," he said, his eyes feasting on her

"I wear theeous," she told him "Mama never allows arer need obey her restrictions I can hatever I choose"

"I prefer to think of you with nothing under your gown at all No corset, no drawersjust you, so I can touch you under your gown any tiain"

Theo’s eyes widened "You wouldn’t!" It caain?" Jaown and then sat back, appearing not the least shy about the fact he was utterly naked and his an was in such a state

In fact, his eyesnaked in a ray of sulky evening sunshine

"Why don’t you coet me?" she asked "You can practice whatever it is you intend to do if you ever talkoffto look at him, she scampered to the other side of the bedchamber

James didn’t run; he merely rose and padded deliberately toward her, his face as hungry as that of any self-respecting tiger But what caught Theo’s attention was his body It had shadows and definition, like a marble statue, but the similarities ended there; she kneas hot and alive And his iddily alive, flaring with heat and desire

A nervous giggle erupted from her ht!"

"Why?" James asked "Now just stay still, Daisy Stay still"

She danced sideways at the last mo at each other"

"I always look at you," he said, his voice hoarse and low "I’ve looked at you ever since you grew those breasts I just never letwhile I looked But it was hell the year you turned sixteen and suddenly started wearing lower bodices in the evening"