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him, but she might be
pissed off enough when she heard everything to try and maim
him.
    They walked in the entryway and Isadora
yawned. “I’m going to turn in. I don’t know why I’m suddenly so
exhausted.”
    He had a pretty good idea but he didn’t offer
it up. Rheana looped her arm through Isadora’s and led her to the
stairs.
    “Me too,” she said. “Lock up, Calista?”
    “Sure. As soon as I kick these two out.”
    Rheana laughed and climbed the stairs with
her sister. She paused at the top and looked down, a mischievous
look on her face.
    “Should I tell the cook to expect one more at
breakfast, Kane?”
    He grinned. She wasn’t so bad after all.
“Yes. Please.”
    Then she was gone, Calista was glaring, and
Nico was trying to blend into the woodwork. He nodded at the
werepanther, dismissing him.
    “Stay close.”
    Nico nodded while eyeing Calista, wariness
now conflicting with amusement in his gaze. He opened the front
door.
    “Call if you need me,” Nico said, the
implication clear that he thought Kane might need protection from
Calista.
    He scowled. Even though he knew Nico was
teasing, he didn’t like the idea someone might think he couldn’t
handle his woman. He jerked his head at the door.
    “Go.”
    The door shut and he flipped the lock to the
closed position, then turned to Calista. She was angry, but at
least she’d put the pistol away. He was afraid to ask where and he
didn’t dwell on it long.
    She was flushed, and her eyes sparked. He
expected her to light in to him any minute. She drew in a deep
breath.
    “Kane.”
    “Hmm?”
    He approached her, as if drawn to a flame,
and he saw an answering heat in her eyes, watched her struggle to
control it. She took another deep breath, and her breasts rose.
Through the tight bodice he could see her nipples harden as he
stared. Talking could wait. He couldn’t.
    “What the hell is going on?”
    “Later,” he answered, bending and nipping at
the bud that beckoned him.
    She backed away and held up a restraining
hand when he tried to follow. He reached for it, pulled one of her
fingers into his mouth and lightly sucked. His reward was
instantaneous. She groaned, and the air thickened with the scent of
arousal.
    “Later,” he repeated. “Now find a bed before
I take you here on the floor.”
    He pulled his cravat open and reached for the
buttons on his shirt. Her eyes widened in shock. He almost laughed.
Did she think he was kidding? He was beyond caring if anyone saw
them. He reached the bottom buttons and pulled the tails loose from
his pants. The shirt hung open at his sides, and her gaze raked
him, appreciation glittering in her eyes. She didn’t say a word,
but turned and hurried up the stairs. Never a fool, he didn’t
hesitate to follow.
    He entered her room and kicked the door shut
behind them. She waited by the bed, and when he approached she gave
him her back. Tiny buttons stretched in a long row down the dress.
He started at the top, but was soon frustrated. It was taking
forever, and his body was screaming now . He gripped the
edges of what he had opened, prepared to tear the rest open.
    “Don’t you dare,” she ordered.
    “I’ll buy you a new one.”
    “I can buy my own clothes.” She huffed. “And
this one was expensive. Don’t ruin it.”
    He growled and went back to the buttons. She
needed to be out of the damned dress, and arguing about it wasn’t
accomplishing anything. At least he told himself that; refused to
admit to himself it had nothing to do with his desire to please her
in ways other than just physical.
    When the dress finally dropped to the floor,
she stood before him wearing only the corset. He groaned at the
sight of all her exposed skin, at her breasts bound tight and
pushed up so high. He might just leave it on. Hooking a finger into
the top of the corset, he pulled her close, his mouth going dry in
appreciation when he looked down at the cleavage it created. And to
think he’d always considered