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“Because that way, I might be able to keep from taking you like a green squire who can’t hold his seed long enough to see to his partner’s pleasure.”

Amber made a startled sound as Duncan bent and lifted her into his arms like a child. For one searing moment she felt the depth of his hunger. The next thing she knew, the fur bed cover was sleek and cool against her naked body and Duncan was no longer touching her.

When Duncan stretched out beside her, he was careful to ensure that there was no contact between them. Yet the fire in his eyes made Amber’s heart turn over. She became intensely aware that her nakedness was beautiful to him.

“You have me at a disadvantage,” Duncan said in a low voice.

“How so? You are clothed and I am not.”

“Ah, but you touch me and you know how I feel. I touch you and know only howI feel.”

His hand reached out. A single fingertip circled one of Amber’s breasts at the exact point where smooth, pale skin gave way to velvety pink. Her breast tightened, sending streamers of fire to the pit of her stomach and beyond.

Smiling, Duncan watched Amber’s body change to meet his touch, her nipple gathering into a peak that was as tempting as wild strawberries to his tongue.

“I know how that affects me,” he said, “but I don’t know how it feels to you.”

A shiver of pleasure was Amber’s only answer.

“Tell me, golden witch. Tell me what my touch does to you.”

“It casts a net of fire over me.”

“It hurts you, then?”

“Only when you look at me and I know what we both want and you withhold it,” Amber said.

“What do we both want?” Duncan said. “This?”

He bent forward until his mustache almost grazed the tight crown of her breast. Almost, but not quite.

The difference was a lightning stroke of hunger going through Amber.

“Why do you tease me so?” she whispered.

“When I touch you, you feel my desire. If I’m not touching you, the only desire you feel will be your own.”

The warmth of Duncan’s breath washed over Amber’s sensitive skin. She arched upward only to have him evade her.

“Lie still, precious Amber. Or shall I do as you once did to me?”

“What?”

“Bind you with cords so that you can’t move.”

“You wouldn’t.”

Duncan’s smile was dark and a bit wolfish.

“I am your husband. Under the law of God and man, I may do as I wish with you.”

“And you wish to torture me,” Amber muttered.

“Very sweetly,” he agreed. “And very thoroughly.”

Amber was smiling as she settled back onto the fur cover. The leashed passion in her husband’s eyes intrigued her, as did the heightened awareness of her own body.

Saying nothing, Duncan gathered a handful of Amber’s long hair. Letting it trail like a scarf from his hand, he teased her breasts until both nipples were drawn into tight buds.