“On the contrary. A perfect wife for Lord St. Simon.” Julian dropped her facedown on the bed.

“A woman whose nearest male relative is the focus for the biggest scandal to hit London in a century?” She rolled onto her back, her smile quizzical.

“Lord St. Simon couldn't imagine a more perfect wife,” he repeated with mock solemnity.

Tamsyn opened her arms. “As it happens, Lady St. Simon couldn't imagine another husband. And at the moment she is very very hungry for love, mi esposo.”

He smiled, and the teasing light was gone from his eyes as he came down onto the bed beside her. “You will never go hungry for my love, querida.”

“A love for all life,” she declared, tracing his mouth with her fingertip.

“Is there another kind?” He clasped her wrist and sucked her fingertip between his lips, his teeth lightly grazing the pad.

“The baron and Cecile didn't think so.” She smiled, her eyes growing languid under the sensual caress.

“Sensible pair, your parents,” he observed judiciously, turning her hand and kissing her palm. “A love for all life, sweetheart, and no holds barred.” His tongue stroked over her palm, darted between her fingers.

“No holds barred,” Tamsyn murmured, savoring the behind the laughter in his bright-blue gaze. “Now, that sounds most enticing, milord brigadier.”

“We aim to please, ma' am.”