Legendary Lover by Susan Johnson

completely different man as he described his particular favorites, the special flies he tied himself; his practiced charm was replaced by an artless candor that touched her.
    "We'll go fishing afterward," he murmured, leaning over to replenish the wine in her cup, the heat of his smile warming her entire body.
    "Or we could go before," she teased.
    "Not likely." He wasn't sure suddenly whether he could wait until the river.
    "Don't I have anything to say about it?"
    "No."
    The single word strummed and rippled through her

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    with such delectable intensity, she wondered how she could have ever debated her carnal interest in him. "Am I supposed to just submit?"
    His dark gaze slowly traveled down her body. "As I recall, you weren't particularly meek."
    "The way I'm feeling right now, I'm wondering if you can keep up."
    His low chuckle warmed his eyes. "It would be damned pleasant to try." He quickly glanced out the window.
    "How much farther?" she asked, understanding his intent as though their minds were one.
    "How long can you wait?"
    "I'm not entirely sure. When will we reach your folly?"
    "Nor for another half hour at least."
    She groaned.
    "There's no need to wait."
    She exhaled softly, shocked at her sudden avid lust. "I don't suppose you have—"
    "No, but I don't need them. Did I ever come in you last night?"
    He hadn't. He'd been scrupulously trustworthy after the two condoms had been used. But habitual caution impelled her. "I don't know . . ."
    "I could find some in the next village."
    "Thank you, I'd be more comfortable."
    "Certainly," he politely replied.
    But she couldn't wait, and by the time they reached the next village, she was seated on his lap facing him, his erection buried deep inside her, and with her climax peaking, she took no notice of the storefronts flashing by.

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    "I don't know what's come over me," she whispered moments later, lounging on the seat beside him, the remnants of her orgasm a pink sunset on the fringes of her consciousness. "I'm completely without judgment, utterly rash, senseless in my ravenous desires. Tell me everything will be all right."
    He gently stroked the silk- stockinged legs resting on his lap. "Everything will be perfect." He bent to kiss her rosy cheek, not so sure that they both hadn't been lost to reason. His orgasmic passions had been so fierce and shattering, he'd been nearly incapable of withdrawing in time. But he had—just barely.
    "I'm not sure I like to feel this way. Or else I want to feel this way for the rest of my visit," she murmured, reaching out to touch his cheek.
    "Just so long as you know what you want," he teased.
    "If only I did. But I feel terribly adolescent, indecisive . . . thinking I do, I don't, now, not now, later, forever . . ."
    At the word forever, he looked up.
    She smiled. "How easily I can alarm you."
    His mouth quirked in a grin. "I forget how different you are."
    "Not out to shackle you in marriage, you mean?"
    He nodded. "Among other things." He began buttoning his trousers.
    "I thought you said we had a half hour."
    He began unbuttoning what he'd buttoned.
    "So accommodating, Redvers ."
    "It's not purely unselfish, darling."
    They both took note of his endearment.
    She with pleasure—being his darling had distinct advantages.

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    He with a modicum of shock—not at the word so much, but at the way he'd said it.
    "Then I think I'll take my shoes off this time," she lightly proclaimed, civilized and cultivated, knowing better than to question an extemporaneous caprice. She began untying the ribbons at her ankles. He assisted, discarding her green kid slippers, sliding her garters and silk stockings off.
    Helping her to move over him, he brushed aside her petticoats and skirt. "Once we reach the river, we'll get rid of these cumbersome clothes. I'll take you swimming."
    "Will we go fishing, too?" She could feel his arousal gliding into her, filling her.
    "Eventually." He moved a delectably blissful distance.
    "How do you know that's