“But this time she had no intention of sending this man toppling backward for his impertinence. No, she wanted this man to kiss her and keep kissing her. And best of all, his mouth vanquished any opinions she might have held about his honorable nature before their lips touched. He pulled her closer, impatiently gathering her in his arms, as if possession by his lips was not enough. She understood his hunger, for the same need had commandeered her very soul. His tongue edged across her lips, and ...her mouth opened to welcome him. He groaned, a deep and primal growl, as he teased and taunted her to tangle with him, their tongues caressing each other. If she hadn’t been indecently sprawled across him on the floor of the carriage, she knew her knees would have buckled in the wake of the molten fire growing in her belly. It made her insides quiver; it made parts of her positively melt. Drowning . . . she was drowning. And if his kiss could evoke this kind of response, she wondered what would happen when they . . .MoreLessRead More Read Less
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