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wrapped tightly around his neck.
    They shared a closeness he was loath to sever. He breathed in the clean smell of her, roses mixed with lilacs, then reached around her and pulled her into his embrace.
    “I’m glad Genevieve gave you to me,” he whispered, his voice sounding unnaturally husky.
    He felt her tremble in his arms and held her tighter. Her arms moved, her fingers touching him, searing his naked flesh. The desire building inside him erupted into a blazing inferno. He lowered his head and covered her mouth with a hungry, desperate kiss.
    Bloody hell, but he needed her. Wanted her.

    Grace thought she’d been prepared. Thought she’d known what it would be like when he touched her, when he kissed her. But nothing had prepared her for this. For the heat that enveloped her. For the bolts of energy that spiraled through her. For the liquid fire that weakened her, consuming her at an alarming speed.
    Strange and violent sensations moved deep inside her and dropped lower and lower and lower until they reached the very core of her body. A secret place she didn’t evenknow was hidden deep inside her belly came alive. A shudder racked her body, and she leaned closer as if in search of something to which the man holding her held the secret.
    She was on fire. Even though the only garment covering her body was a gown so thin and filmy she felt naked, it was too much. Too heavy. Too confining. Oh, heaven help her. She didn’t know it would be like this.
    He moved his lips over hers, touching her in a way she’d never been touched.
    His lips were firm and warm. A fire she couldn’t control ignited deep inside her. She prayed he’d never stop kissing her, never stop touching her. Never drop his arms from around her. And he didn’t. He held her closer and deepened his kisses.
    He opened his mouth atop hers, his tongue skimming her lips, then invading her mouth.
    A thousand blinding lights exploded behind her eyes. His tongue touched hers and a loud moan echoed deep inside her. Her heart thundered harder than it had ever pounded before. Raced faster than it had ever gone before. And he kissed her again, drinking deeply from her. Demanding more.
    A whimper was the only sound she was capable of making, and she wrapped her arms around his neck and clung to him.
    “Ah, what magic you possess,” he whispered, his fingers touching her face and his mouth following with tiny kisses. He worked his way down her neck to a tender spot at the base of her throat, then lower where a tiny satin ribbon held the front of her gown together. He pulled on the ribbon and pushed the silky material from her shoulders.
    She barely noticed it falling to her feet.
    He touched her breasts, molding them, lifting them, holding them in the palms of his hands. “You are beautiful,” he whispered, rubbing the sensitive tips.
    Her knees buckled beneath her and she clung to him with greater ferocity. What he was doing to her nearly undid her. She cried out, then arched her back, desperate to give him more of herself.
    She knew she should feel shame, knew he probably thought her actions were bold and brash, then shoved such a thought from her mind. It was too late to turn back from the course she’d decided to take. Too late to stop now. She was in a brothel, playing the part of a prostitute. He would expect her to be experienced. Expect her to accept his touch without hesitation. Then he moved his mouth to her breasts and she couldn’t have stopped him if she’d wanted.
    “Touch me,” he ordered, and she moved her hands over him, kneading the muscles at his shoulders. Her fingers, tentative at first, then turning braver, played with the thick mat of hair on his chest. Oh, what a strange feel. Not soft. Yet not coarse. She let her hands roam over his torso, touching every inch of him.
    He let out a husky cry, then moved his mouth to suckle at her breasts. She gasped and dropped her head back on her shoulders, then arched up to meet him.
    His hands