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Miss Marlton was at least half aware of what he was doing because she moaned softly as he plucked at her stiff nipples and even pressed her flesh into his palm when he cupped her soft breasts. Her chemise was so thin that the warmth of her flesh filled his hand each time and he could feel every bit of her hard nubs through the fine silk. But Randy was no longer satisfied with even such a gossamer barrier between his hand and her breasts.

It was easy enough to slip his hand under the garment and when he ran his hand back over her ribs to her bosom he could feel the heat of her soft skin that was even smoother than the silk that covered her. This time when he found her swollen teats he was able to pinch them softly, rolling the fleshy nubs between his finger and thumb until she moaned again and he knew she was as aroused as he.

No longer able to control himself any longer Randy used his free hand to slide down along her back and cup Miss Marlton's lovely buttock, squeezing it gently and then running his fingers into the gap between her thighs. Her cotton bloomers were much thicker than the silk camisole but even so he was delighted by the warmth he found in her most intimate of regions. Not only warm, her undergarments were soaked with juices! God, he had to stop this before she awoke, or wake her now and show her how much he wanted her.

The rational part of his brain warned him that he should stop before things got out of hand, but at the moment he was paying far more attention to the growing desires that needed attention. There was a time when his ancestors claimed their bedmates much like he had. A woman alone would be easy prey and her captor would be sure to test her feminine charms at the very first opportunity, he had been crazy to wait as long as he had, but he could end this slow torment right here, right now. Judging by the dampness between Lady Marlton's thighs and the way her nipples puckered against his hand, he didn't think she'd even put up a fight when he rolled her under him and took what he wanted from her innocent body.

Charlotte could not believe how good it felt to have Mr. Fuller fondle her like this. When his hands groped her naked breast she almost cried out in pleasure ending all pretense of slumber, but then she felt his other hand on her backside and was stunned into silence. It was wrong; wrong in so many ways, but she longed for his touch. Charlotte felt Mr. Fuller's fingers wiggling between her thighs from behind and she knew that she could pretend to be asleep no longer.

Charlotte should slap the outlaw and demand he apologize for the liberties he had taken. She should hate the man, hate what he was doing, but all she could think about was how much she wanted to roll onto her back and pull this passionate highwayman into her arms. She wanted to spread her legs wide and allow him to do whatever wicked things he wished.