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want to explore it?”
    “I think that—”she began, but Thomas stopped her by tipping her chin with two of his fingers. Then ever so slowly, he moved in, catching her lips with his.
    He spoke his desire with long swirls of his tongue. Whispered his need with soft, dreamy lips. Her body answered by flashing heat across her skin and spiraling nerves into her stomach. With a swift pull, Thomas scooted her across the bed and onto his lap, cradling her against him.
    Everything faded away…
    How could she get lost in him so easily?
    Elizabeth was going to tell him that if they explored their chemistry too deeply, she would inevitably tire of him. Elizabeth had never felt these stirrings before, so there was no way to tell for sure, but that’s how it worked wasn’t it? Excitement eventually wore off, surprise droned to complacency, and lust dwindled to boredom.
    She needed to tell Thomas that she’d rather keep their affair a magical fling than exploit it, lessening the passion to forgettable status.
    But in the next second, the moment his hand found her breast, those words evaporated off her lips. All that mattered was that his lips continued to brush against hers. That his hands continued to wander over her body.
    And wander they did…
    His hand palmed her stomach, kneading and pulling at her robe. With desperate, urgent fingers, he squeezed her backside and swept along the dip of her waist. And when his caress found its way back to her breasts, Thomas gently plucked at her nipple through her nightgown.
    Shock and a bit of pain caused Elizabeth to cry out and kiss him harder, deeper, setting fires blazing in her stomach. He responded, passion enflaming, his tongue seeking the far corners of her mouth.
    Between gasps of air, Thomas removed her robe and tossed it aside. Elizabeth tugged Thomas’s coat off the wide span of his shoulders and worked on unbuttoning his shirt, while he jerked his coat off the rest of the way.
    She laid back onto the bed, waiting for him to come to her. He was undressed in seconds, his boots having been kicked off, his shirt flung aside.
    What a glorious sight!
    It thrilled her to watch Thomas kneel over the bed and stalk up her body. For the first time in her life, Elizabeth didn’t feel like she had to look away from the form of a man. She fed the electricity tingling in her toes by meeting him eye to eye, then trailing her gaze down his bronze, chiseled body. She drank in every hard ridge of his abs, every last twitch and flex of muscle as he crawled over her and finally settled between her hips.
    “This time” he said, leaning down to claim her mouth once more, “I want to feel you skin to skin.”
    She obliged, tugging her nightgown over her head. When she met his stare, it was softer, full of adoration. There was something else behind his heavy-lidded gaze, too. Something Elizabeth didn’t recognize right away.
    Worship.
    The emotion shone through his honey soft eyes, melting her with a radiance she’d never known. How could she have ever thought she’d tire of such a man? He didn’t treat her like a lady in bed—handcuffs and rough hands spoke to that—and that’s what she enjoyed most about his lovemaking. Yet in the next second, he gazed upon her tenderly, with kindness and respect.
    If ever there was such a man who could catch and hold Elizabeth’s interest, she dared say it was him.
    As Thomas dropped down over her, supporting himself on his elbows, they touched skin to skin for the first time. Chest to chest. Hip to hip. The contact enflamed her body and sent her skin sizzling beneath the magic of his touch. Elizabeth moaned as pools of heat flashed between her legs, drowning her in molten desire.
    He brushed his hands around the hair framing her face. Stroked his thumbs along her cheek and dropped them beneath her chin.
    “You are magnificent,” he breathed, studying the contours of her face. “Absolute, heart stopping perfection.”
    Her heart gave a tug as she