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The jacket of his broadcloth suit was off, and Benteen was unfastening the boiled collar to reli brown hairs, a fluttering weakness attacked her stomach Lorna was shocked by her reaction, because she wanted to see more of his lean, hard body that until now she had only felt pressed against her

The impropriety of that desire forced her to turn away so she wouldn’t see how he looked unclothed The tightness in her sto, until it was al next to the bed, throwing a steady light over that corner of the room Lorna wished for darkness At least, then, if she was tempted to look at him, she wouldn’t be able to see

“We should turn out the lamp” The disturbed pitch of her voice revealed too s

“Then we couldn’t see each other,” Benteen pointed out, and came up silently behind her “And I want to see my wife”

She breathed in sharply when his lips touched the curve of her neck and nibbled at the pulsing vein She closed her eyes tightly, fighting the violent stor over her Her knees hen she felt the steady pull on the ribbon tie of her che it with a careless toss

Suffused with heat, Lorna could hardly breathe when his strong hands began rolling down her stockings, traveling down her thigh and over her knee and calf and gently lifting her feet to peel the stockings off coidly tried to conceal froone

“Will you look at me, Lorna?” The firm insistence of his voice aze steadfastly on his face

In the periphery of her vision, she was conscious of the muscled width of his shoulders and the dark hair on his bare chest The dark light in his eyes burned down her body with ravishing force before it came back to her face

His hand circled her wrist to pull her in the direction of the bed Overcoe of modesty, she resisted its pressure

“I’ll need own,” she whispered

“No, you don’t,” Benteen stated in husky denial “Nightgowns are for sleeping We aren’t going to sleep for a while Not for a long while”

A little sound trembled from her throat as she allowed herself to be drawn to the bed The soft aze clung to the contoured planes of his face as the bed took his weight as well as her own The taut, queasy feeling in her stomach became worse, but she couldn’t let Benteen know the extent of lust in her flesh She didn’t want to shame herself in his eyes

With her head on the feather pillow, Lorna was careful to keep her body stretched out straight and her arms at her side She didn’t want to show any awareness of the heat that radiated from his body across the few inches that separated theled toward her His breathing had thickened The look that smoldered in his eyes contained a potent force that shook Lorna all the way to her toes

When he let that look wander to her high, firm breasts, the tense flatness of her stoain she closed her eyes, trying to shut out her brazen thoughts

“It isn’t wrong for me to look at you I’m your husband,” Benteen reminded her needlessly, because she was fully aware of the ave hi her apart He reached over and dragged the pillow fro over her, the hair-roughened texture of his chest brushing the naked curve of her breasts A tingling sensation started over her skin, proainst her will to look at hi her vision until she could see the pores of his tanned skin and the faint scar on his temple