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clutched his heart.
    “Well, I’m young and hopefully you are fit.” Chantelle laughed back.
    Opening the door, he stepped aside and allowed her to walk in first, warning her to duck as the doorframe was shoulder height. The room was surprisingly big, magnolia walls with dark oak beams running across them, the ceiling at first higher than the doorframe, then narrowing as the eaves came down. The most striking feature was the dark oak four-poster bed with satin burgundy swags hanging from it that matched the quilted bedspread and curtains.
    “My goodness, what did you say, we were honeymooners?” It was like a Regency love nest with the ornate dressing table, full-length mirror and a hefty wardrobe complete with realistic woodworm marks. The only modern aspect to the room was the en-suite bathroom.
    “It was the only room they had left.” His gaze met hers and an unnerving silence followed. Neither seemed to know what to say or do next.
    “Are you regretting this; do you want to leave?” His query hung in the air like a giant question mark.
    “Are you?” Her usual confidence had abandoned her. Instead, she found herself wringing her hands together as she stared down at her feet. Worse still, she began to chew her bottom lip, a nervous habit she hated but couldn’t stop herself from doing.
    “I asked first. Chantelle, look at me. We’ve come here because there is no denying we’re attracted to each other. We are also both mature enough to realize we’re not talking about love here. There are no strings attached and you’re free to walk out that door any time you like.”
    “You make it sound so easy,” she murmured.
    “Easy to stay or go?” He stepped forward, his hand reaching out to stroke her cheek with the back of his fingers. His deep blue eyes caressed her with their intimacy as he moved closer, every inch draining her resolve to flee from him before it was too late.
    “Chantelle,” he whispered as he kissed her earlobe, and then traced a pattern down her slender neck.
    Curving her neck away from him, the sensation increased as his mouth rose over her chin to lay claim to her lips. Her arms wrapped around his neck, her body leaving the floor as he lifted her into his arms and carried her over to the bed. His lips never left hers as he gently lowered her onto the soft bedspread. Straightening up, he stripped off his T-shirt and kicked off his shoes.
    Chantelle lay there and watched , her gaze locked on his powerful torso, to the fine line of springy dark hairs rising from his navel and spreading out across taut muscle. As if drawn to it, her fingers reached out touching the swarthy skin as he lowered his body down beside her. Gently he kissed her again becoming more urgent as his hand slipped under her T-shirt. He drew away to pull the shirt completely away from the confines of her shorts and off over her head. Her bra was next to follow, his index thumb and finger expertly tracing the outline of her rose-colored nipple. Then his lips were sucking first on one swollen bead, then the other, his tongue deliciously teasing her, causing soft moans as she writhed beneath him.
    Her hands moved over the smoothness of his back, feeling every inch of muscle flexing beneath her touch. Gradually, he positioned himself so that he was straddling her, his lips breaking away as he leaned back, taking his weight on his knees. His fingers went down to the clasp on her shorts and began to pull them down over her hips, his gaze lazily running over the full length of her, a lustful glint sending quivers through her body. She felt an attack of shyness at being so exposed with the sun still coming through the window, the rays burning a path across her face and shoulders, causing her to turn her face toward the pillow.
    “Chantelle,” he murmured huskily. “Don’t turn away from me.”
    Slowly she brought her gaze back to him, watching as he freed himself from his chinos and threw them on the floor. Removing the last of