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“Notallof them! They’re like perfume, they are, Frederick. Some of them suit me; others don’t.”
“Ah. Yes. An apt comparison.”
“I looked away from certain pages, they were just so terrible!”
He shuddered. “The hot iron!”
“Yes! Who should like such a thing? Other pages simply made me laugh.” She giggled. “The feathers!”
His low laughter rumbled. “Indeed.”
“But a few pages?” She stroked her knuckle along his cheekbone.
“Yes?”
Molly brought her lips close to his ear and closed her eyes. “I imagine them at night…pretending you’re with me.”
His hands slid down her arms. “As I have imagined you! Would that I knew what parts of those texts you found intriguing.”
Molly tapped her thumb and forefinger together three times before answering. “Page fourteen of the book with the green cover.”
He pulled back to look at her, his face full of awe. “What’s on page fourteen of the book with the green cover?”
Air rushed past her lips on an exhale borne of desireandbashfulness.What if he doesn’t like the idea?
His eyes closed, brow furrowing as if in thought. “The book with the green cover. Ah!” His face relaxed as a sensual smile spread. “The French text,Sur le Plaisir des Femmes.”
Her heart pounded. Yes, that was the one; entirely dedicated to the art of pleasing women, Molly had learned more about herself than she’d thought possible. After all, no one had more experience bringing herself to a climax than she.
Her breasts had garnered scant attention during her furtive self-exploration…untilSur le Plaisir des Femmes.
“Yes,” she breathed. “That’s the one.”
The low sound of approval he made sent a tingle down her spine. “It was of great interest to me. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve conjured that book. You said that you dwell on these things at night. It’s dayandnight for me—all with you in mind.”
“Do you remember page fourteen?” she asked in a small voice.
“I must admit that my attention wasn’t sharply applied to page numbers.” He leaned down and kissed the corner of her smile. “Will you tell me about that page? Perhaps it will assist my recollection?”
She captured his warm hands, at first just holding them tight. His solid presence grounded her, reminding her that she was safe, giving her the courage to place his hands on her body where she wanted them.
The breath drained from his lungs as he cupped her small breasts through her silk dress. She trembled as he shaped her softly, then more firmly, and gasped when his thumbs whispered over her nipples.
“The engraving of the woman under the tree,” he said in a gravelly voice, his thumbs caressing again.
“Yes,” she moaned, her head falling back.
Frederick’s mouth fastened lightly on her neck, and she clutched his shoulders as he bestowed open-mouthed kisses from her jaw to the juncture of her shoulder.
His breath slid over her pulse. “The Kew Gardens—there was a secluded spot where for just a moment, we stood among the trees and it felt as though we were the only ones in the world.”
She smiled. “I remember.”
“After I saw page fourteen, I’ve reimagined that moment in the park time and time again.”
Her knees almost gave way, and she fought to stay upright. “You have?”
One of his arms banded around her ribcage, holding her against him. “I have. In my daydream, no one else can be found for miles. There are no tuning appointments. No time you must return to your household.Youare under that tree, and I’m with you.”
