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torn between instinctively knowing this was a bad idea and instinctively knowing it was going to be the hottest kiss of her life.
There was once a time
, she thought,
when you would have grabbed something like this with both hands and cried Woo-hoo!
    She opened her lips and he dove right in, commanding and fierce. The wet stroke of his tongue in her mouth released an equally wet flood of heat bleeding into her from every which way. His hands came up to bracket her head, only his elbows holding the full press of his weight off her. But that didn’t matter to her right then. Because, right then, she was having her socks blown off by the deepest, hottest, richest kiss of her life.
    When he finally pulled back a minute distance to give her time to catch her breath, she realized she was panting for it. For breath … and for another life-searing kiss. He was so hot along the length of her body, like a furnace turned up high, and he was so … hard.
    Holy crap! He was naked and the sudden hardnesspressing against her between her legs was most decidedly the most enormous erection ever known to man. And that’s when reality slammed into her. She was too small and weak to fight him off if he got it in his head that he wanted more than a kiss and was going to just take that as well.
    And you will not think about how much you might enjoy that
, she warned herself harshly.
You will realize just how scary the concept ought to be and act accordingly terrified
. And the other thing, the heat of his body was deepening and she wasn’t arrogant enough to think that had anything to do with her.
    “Okay, let me up now,” she said. “You’ve had your kiss, now let me up.”
    “Oh, but you’re no’ really wanting me tae go,” he wheedled. “Look at your wee nipples.” He rose up enough to put a hand between them, letting him cup her breast through her cotton shirt, his fingers brushing eagerly over the point of her hardened nipple. “They’re begging for a suckle, now aren’t they?”
    “No!” she said, flustered. “They are begging for nothing of the kind!”
    “Then what are they begging for?” he countered, a sly smile crossing his lips and feverish gold eyes.
    “There’s no begging. No begging at all!”
    “Liar,” he countered, brushing his fingers over her nipple again. “If this isna the prettiest of beggars, I doona know what is. Let me see the wee thing and then we’ll decide.”
    He reached for the bottom hem of her shirt and she squeaked in panic. She grabbed his wrist and tried to stop him, but all she managed was to slow him down to a slow drag as he caught the hem of her shirt and pulled it upward.
    “No. Please don’t.”
    There must have been something in the tremble of hervoice that struck him. Or maybe it was another moment of that suddenly rare lucidity. Whatever it was, he looked up into her eyes and read the fear and conflict there and it made him do her bidding. He stopped, releasing his hold on her shirt and moving his hand to the neutral territory of the sheet beside her shoulder.
    “Are ye teasing me, lass?”
    “Not intentionally,” she said meekly. “The kiss wasn’t my idea.”
    He seemed to think about that a moment, then with a scoff of breath he rolled off her. “Go!” he commanded her. “And doona come back until you’re ready tae do something about this!” He grabbed his erection in his hand, running his fist down the length of it. “You’re far too bonny tae resist. Remember that before you come tae tease me again!”
    Katrina scrambled for her freedom, falling to the floor from the bed then struggling up to her feet. She hastened from the bedroom with all speed.

CHAPTER FIVE

     
    She needed to do something. She couldn’t just leave him in there to fester with fever and then die. Any medical professional past or present and worth their degree would know this.
    Decision made, she grabbed up her car keys and ventured out into the storm. The storm was already brutal and