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bumped down the road, Lilly wondered how in the world she’d gotten into this situation. Next to her sat a silent Paul, and in between them sat a very big, and happy Sampson. In an odd way, he reminded her of Owen. Storm and Sage, the mare, trotted along next to the wagon, and in the bed was enough feed to last a week, along with a saddle and harness.
    “Miss Brooks, I’d like to apologize for my actions yesterday.” Paul darted a look at her as he steered the wagon into her gravel drive.
    Lilly remained staring straight ahead. “What actions would those be, Mr. McGregor?”
    He pulled the wagon around to the back of the cabin and put on the brake. Sampson leapt down with a happy bark and began to nose around the yard, stopping to mark a walnut tree. It was comfortable beneath the branches that shaded the log cabin. Lilly closed her parasol as she gave him an arch look.
    Paul tilted the edge of his hat as he watched her. Without Sampson’s bulk between them, she became aware of his presence again. His pale blue eyes seemed to linger on her lips, and she wet them nervously with her tongue.
    “You’re not going to make this easy on me, are you, Miss Brooks?” Paul’s voice sounded deeper than usual. It made delicious little chills dance their way down her spine and settle between her legs.
    With a coolness she didn’t feel inside, Lilly just stared at him.
    He sighed and took her gloved hand. His hands were so big, and solid from work. She marveled at the strength in them—he could totally engulf her hand in his. She glanced at him through her lashes and the shadows of the sunlight through the leaves moved across his rugged face.
    “I’m sorry I thought you were a soiled dove. It was rude of me to have made that statement to a lady.” His lips curved into a wicked smile. “Even if you did look most tempting in that dress.”
    Lilly snorted in an un-ladylike manner, but kept her hand in his. “I forgive you this once, Mr. McGregor, but don’t let it happen again. You did save me from those no-accounts.”
    He lowered his head to her knuckles and whispered against the thin fabric of her glove. “Call me Paul.” He gently pulled the glove from her hand and rubbed his big thumb over her knuckles, murmuring. “Like silk.”
    Her breath caught as his lips grazed the back of her hand, slowly brushing back and forth in a delicious caress. He looked up at her, as if for permission, and all she could do was stare in fascination as heat and desire lit her on fire from the inside out. Warmth spread in her body like his mouth had stroked the golden curls between her legs. A sigh escaped her lips as the tip of his tongue licked the sensitive flesh between her fingers.
    Ever so gently, he teased that tender skin with his tongue, with soft licks as he slowly took the tip of her finger between his teeth. A gentle bite on her skin, then the warm, smooth heat of his mouth engulfing her willing flesh.
    It felt delicious. She had no idea all the wonderful things that her fingers had been missing out on. If she weren’t so stunned by his sensual assault, she would give him a blue ribbon for finger seduction. His dark lashes lifted off his cheeks as he gazed at her, gently easing her finger out of his mouth with a sucking motion, the tip of his tongue giving her a final flick.
    Every part of her body, from her rigid nipples to the wet heat between her legs, begged for more of his attention. Paul held her unresisting hand and began to kiss his way over her palm, pausing to give the thin skin of her inner wrist a gentle bite. She sighed again and shifted her hips, pressing her thighs together as the tender skin between her legs ached. She was unable to look away from his lips as he placed her hand high on his hard thigh and began to lean forward. Right now she should be slapping him for taking such liberties, but no man had ever made her feel like this.
    She felt as though she were drowning in him, firm lips, rough hands, and the