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body.
    Snow waited for her. She could hear
his breathing, harsh and quick, in the quiet night. "Artemis," he
said, and reached for her.
    *
* * * *
    She was incandescent. Isabelle's
body gleamed as white as the moon, her breasts full, her stomach rounded, her
sex shadowed between her thighs. Snow wanted to worship her, to fall to his
knees and suck her very essence. He closed his fingers around her arm, the skin
cool and wet. Isabelle stared up at him, eyes dark, lips parted. What was she
thinking? He bent his head to capture her mouth, sucking her tongue into his. A
low moan, was it his or hers? His hands dropped to her buttocks, cupping the
deliciously firm cheeks as he pulled her up against his erection. A sigh
escaped her. His lips slid down the satin skin of her throat. He lifted her
breasts to his eager mouth, first one, and then the other. He kissed and licked
them, pulling the nipples until Isabelle ground against him.
    Snow dropped to his knees. He
pushed her legs open, parted her nether lips, dying to taste the salted honey
of her quim. His tongue glided through the wetness which traced down her
thighs. He lapped and sucked like a man dying of thirst, flicking her nub over
and over, until she clutched his shoulders. His tongue speared her opening. Her
fingers tightened.
    Snow grasped her thighs, holding
her in position as he fucked her with his tongue. She panted, fast and then
faster, her thighs strained taut under his fingers. Her exhalations became
cries, rising in intensity as she came, hard, her sweet fluid bathing his face.
Isabelle's climax shuddered to a stop, and Snow rose, unbuttoning his breeches
with desperate haste.
     "Isabelle! Isabelle, where
are you?"
    Realization flooded her rapt
expression. Damn Sir John. She staggered back.
    "I have to go. I can't be
seen...like this."
    He let her go. She dipped down to
retrieve her clothing and fled, clad in starlight, across the lawn. Snow
re-fastened his breeches and pulled out a handkerchief to wipe his face. He'd
best take himself off to bed, before Sir John caught him smelling of his sister
and sex. He was surprised to find his fingers somewhat unsteady. Moonlight and
Isabelle were a heady mixture.

CHAPTER TWO
     
    Isabelle was not at breakfast
again. Snow found himself smiling. He must have tired her out. Either that or
her brother had discovered their encounter and banished her from the table. He
hoped not.
    He had retired after Isabelle left
him, and lain there sleepless for hours, craving her presence in his bed. Last
night had been beyond anything he'd ever experienced--a gently-bred lady with
the soul of a wanton. Not a painted courtesan, but something wild, the essence
of nature. Lord, he was getting maudlin. Now, how to get the woman away from
her damned family?
     Snow glanced at Sir John, stolidly
munching his way through eggs and muffins, and Lady Hill, immersed in society
gossip as she read the London papers, pausing occasionally to share some tidbit
with them. No sign that either of them was aware he'd dallied with Isabelle
under the moon.
    He had planned to leave today, but
he needed more time. He needed to speak to Isabelle. Surely, after what had
happened between them last night, she'd be more amenable to an arrangement. A
small house in town, perhaps, since her brother was so intractable. His head
was so filled with plans for a future of illicit liaisons with the lovely
Isabelle that he'd not been listening to the conversation.
    "I beg your pardon, Lady
Hill," Snow said, "I was not attending."
    After a moment of offended silence,
Lady Hill offered him a thin smile. "I merely inquired after your plans
for the day, my lord. I have received an invitation to visit my neighbor and
you are most welcome to join me."
    "How kind, but I fear I must
decline. Your husband and I have business to discuss."
    His host nodded amiably.
    A lucky emergency at the home farm
took Sir John away in the afternoon. Snow assured him he would happy in the
library,