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go away and leave me alone!”
    Jeff approached her. She was crouched on a bale of last year’s hay, leaning against the barn wall as though she wished it would absorb her. “Why are you crying?” he asked reasonably.
    “I just feel like it!” she wailed.
    He perched on the bale beside her and then pulled her onto his lap, cradling her head against his shoulder, stroking her wayward golden hair under one hand. There in the cool shadows of the barn, she allowed him to hold her, gradually relaxing. When he lifted her chin to kiss her again, she didn’t resist.
    The passion she stirred in Jeff Corbin was almost more than he could bear. He allowed one skilled hand to slide upward, from the curve of her small waist to the plump rounding of a generous breast. She stiffened,then whimpered when Jeff began to stroke a hidden nipple with the side of his thumb.
    He felt the enticing nubbin harden in response, and the need of this woman ground within him, painful and all-consuming. “God in heaven,” he muttered.
    It was an unfortunate choice of words. Fancy sat bolt upright, and her blush was visible even in the relative darkness. “Stop it!”
    Jeff thought it interesting that she did not try to leave his lap. Brazenly, acting on well-honed instincts, he lowered his face to her generous bosom and gently bit the very tip of her right breast. She trembled and cried out, and he deftly opened the first button of her dress, then the second, the third. He had not taken this particular sort of nourishment in months, and he craved it now.
    “No,” she whispered, even as she tugged her camisole down to reveal one delectable, rose-pointed breast for his pleasure.
    Jeff plucked at the morsel with his fingers and then with his lips, delighting in her soft gasps, in the way she cupped the breast in one hand and uplifted it in offering. “Delicious—” he muttered.
    She made some strangled, nonsensical reply, and Jeff chuckled as he feasted. He knew she’d shared Temple Royce’s bed, knew she’d given suckle to his worst enemy in just this way, but he didn’t give a damn.

Chapter Three
    F ANCY FELT DAZED, FULL OF WONDER AND CONFUSION. The warm mastery of Jeff’s mouth plundering her breast was a strange mingling of both heaven and hell—the pleasure shot through every part of her, causing her body to demand things it had never asked for, or even known about, before. Involuntarily, she arched her back, allowing him even greater access.
    He was greedy, and yet he was gentle, and when he suddenly stood Fancy on her feet before him, she was startled and off balance. She swayed a little and he caught her, steadied her, his hands strong on the curves of her hips.
    Knowing full well that she was at this man’s mercy, Fancy stood perfectly still, waiting. She knew that she should run away, or at least resist, but she couldn’t bring herself to do either of those things. Her completeconviction that Jeff Corbin would not force himself upon her if she protested did her no good at all.
    In silence, Jeff looked up at her and she saw an amazement in his face to match her own. His hands began easing the skirts of her new lavender dress slowly upward, ever upward, and Fancy felt an odd, heated chill. A protest climbed into her throat and then lodged there, unutterable.
    He had brought her skirts to her waist and she stood before him in only her drawers, having no petticoats to provide further interference. He bent forward, very slowly, and nipped at the now-heated center of her womanhood.
    A groan escaped Fancy, along with a strangled, senseless, “What are you—oh, God—”
    His deft fingers undid the ties of her drawers, slid them downward. She was completely revealed to him now and she trembled with a certain delighted helplessness; never before had she permitted a man any liberty such as this. On the other hand, even though she despised him, Jeff Corbin was not just any man. There seemed to be a separate set of rules governing