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couldn’t stop. “Woman, you talk too much.”
     

Chapter 3
    Marek was suddenly there, his heat and masculine scent almost overwhelming her. His fingers brushed her cheek. His thumb pressed the side of her mouth, pushing open her lips. His face was so close, and Janney inhaled his scent of—she didn’t know what—clean male, leather, the sweet wine on his breath.
    Horse. Horse? When was the last time she smelled a horse?
    “Umm.” Her mind went blank. She tried to shake her head, to move away from him. But it wasn’t just his thumb any longer; it was his whole hand clasped around her nape, holding her in place.
    “I don’t want you to go away, Janney Forrester,” he rasped, in what if she didn’t know better, sounded almost like a pleading voice. He loomed inches away.
    His face was all she could see. All she could hear was his breath rasping little puffs of air on her cheeks. “You’re going to kiss me,” she gasped softly, her heart in her throat. His eyes, half-lidded, lips opening. Mesmerized, she couldn’t see his eyes now. Just his lips. Those firm, luscious, gorgeous lips. Getting closer. Closer. It was obvious what he planned. Janney tried to stifle her moan. And it was so obvious that he was going to succeed. God, she wanted to taste him. Wine and man. He was so large. His body so hot. Desire swamped her. She didn’t want to be a good girl anymore. She just needed his lips on hers.
    Marek plucked the wine goblet out of her hand and dropped it onto the grass. He growled a whispered, “Yes,” as his lips took hers.
     

     
    Gently, he sipped and caressed. So gently. Smooth and moist, his lips brushed hers. His tongue touched and glided.
    Probed at her mouth.
    She didn’t want to open her lips. Couldn’t let him in. It was too much. Too much, too fast. The tips of her breasts tightened painfully—achingly—as her belly clenched, heat spread, and she knew she was wet. God, this is happening too fast. He raised his head for a second, Janney moaned, “Mmm…I thought I read…ah…that Romans don’t…ummm…kiss.” He licked the seam of her lips. She couldn’t hold back the moan as desire streaked through her body.
    “Well…” His lips opened wide over hers.
    Janney couldn’t imagine what he was going to say. She didn’t care.
    “Stop talking,” he groaned.
    His lips engulfed hers again—harder this time, commandingly. He’d met her head on at first, their noses bumping, but he turned and angled back in a different way.
    Janney didn’t move, caught as if in suspended animation, waiting for his direction. Poised, lips parted, neck arched, reaching for more.
    God. She clutched the front of his tunic to keep from falling away.
    He slid his other hand around her waist and pulled her right off the seat and into his lap, groaning his satisfaction. She didn’t know if she should give in or hold him off, didn’t even know how much longer she could actually make a rational decision.
    Lost in the passion, her head was spinning.
    It had been so long since she’d been kissed—and she’d never ever been kissed like this. Any power of thought rapidly disappeared with his hot, wet tongue thrusting into her mouth, sweeping her wholeheartedly into the kiss. Janney arched closer, wrapping her arms around his neck and shamelessly rubbing her breasts against the solid wall of his chest. Moaning frantically, she still knew she should stop this. She thought she should. Yes!
    She pushed experimentally. Did she really want him to stop? The
     

     
    fact that he seemed totally enthralled, excited her. The strength in his arms holding her, not letting her get away. One hand splayed across her back and the other was threaded through her hair, cradling her head. She felt wanted. Desired.
    He lifted his head a fraction.
    Don’t let me go. “You don’t kiss like a two thousand year old man.” How stupid can I get? His lids lifted. She could see the glitter of his eyes under the black lashes. Pure