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looked at him shyly as she lifted it toward his mouth. He bent down, intercepting the fork’s path and catching it with his teeth before sliding back with a closed mouth, leaving the fork clean.
    He chewed and swallowed, his eyes still on her, but when her tongue slipped out to lick her lips, his gaze dragged down to her mouth.
    They traded bites back and forth, slowly and leisurely, alternating between eating, talking, and taking sips of the fine red wine he’d brought for them.
    Finally they finished the food, and Evan gathered the plates onto the tray. “That was excellent.”
    She gave a fulfilled sigh and smiled at him. “It was.”
    “Wait here. I’m just going to get rid of these.” He gave her a wry grin. “There’s no room in here for these plates and us.”
    She waited, taking sips of wine as he left with the tray. He returned seconds later as she was glancing toward the window.
    It was dark as pitch outside now, and she could feel the frigid night air virtually seeping through the glass. “I wonder if the storm’s letting up,” she murmured.
    “I checked when I went to fetch our dinner. It doesn’t appear to be.”
    She sighed, concern about her parents and sisters worrying about her twisting in her stomach. What if they came looking for her? She hoped they wouldn’t do something so dangerous; she hoped they’d know she would have sense enough to secure shelter for herself.
    He slid back onto the bed and reached his hand out, gesturing for her to join him. She took his hand and let him pull her up beside him. When they were settled, hip to hip, he refilled her glass of wine.
    She leaned against him. His body was all hard angles and planes, but her curves seemed to mold perfectly against him.
    He slid his arm around her, fitting her closer to him, and she sighed with contentment. They sat in silence for a long while, sipping at their wine. Finally, Evan said, “I’m sorry our journeys were interrupted. But I’m not sorry we were able to spend this time together.”
    “If I wasn’t so worried about my family, I’d say it was worth it.”
    “Would you?”
    “Yes.”
    “So it hasn’t been a complete disaster, then?”
    She heard the hesitance in his tone, and something inside her clenched hard. She’d hurt him when she’d said this was a disaster.
    “No,” she said carefully. “When I said that…I didn’t mean I regretted being with you.”
    “Didn’t you?”
    “No. It was just…” She let her eyes sink shut. “It was just that I was reliving the past. I usually try to avoid thinking about the past as much as possible, but with you…”
    “I don’t want to relive the past with you, Amelia,” he said. “I want to be with you in the here and now.”
    She looked up at him, battering back the shyness that welled up inside her. “I do, too,” she said softly. “And I don’t regret what happened earlier. That wasn’t a disaster…it was…” Her voice dwindled, because how could she express all that their lovemaking had meant to her with mere words?
    “Yes,” he agreed firmly. “It was.”
    “I want it to happen again,” she whispered.
    He nodded, his eyes darkening as he regarded her. “So do I.”
    She brought her wine glass to her lips and took a sip.
    His voice roughened. “I want to make love to you, Amelia. I want to make you mine.”
    “I want to be yours,” she murmured. “For as long as we are here, I want nothing more.”
    He stroked a finger down her jaw. “God, how I love that voice of yours. So sweet and shy.”
    Her cheeks heated.
    “I want you to come hard, Amelia,” he continued, his voice growing silkier with each word. “I want you to come under my hand and against my tongue and around my cock.”
    The hand holding her wine glass froze halfway down. She sucked in a breath. Could he do that? Make her come in all those ways?
    She wanted him to.
    Carefully, he unclenched her fingers from around the stem of the glass and set it aside. Then he leaned