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"God, I'm an ass," he whispered harshly, furious with hi his desire take over his body

She had betrayed him--betrayed him--and still he couldn't keep his hands off her

"What did you just say?"

Dunford saw no reason to answer her It wasn't really necessary to expound at length on how much he wanted her and, damn it, still loved her despite her lies All he did was murmur, "Shut up, Hen," and lower her onto the sofa

Henry stiffened His tone had been soft, but his words had not Still, this was probably the last time she would be able to hold him like this, the last time she could pretend he still loved her

She felt herself sinking into the plush cushions, felt the heat of his body as it covered hers His hands cupped her botto her toward his obvious desire His lips were on her earlobe, then her neck, then her collarbone He was traveling lower, lower

Henry couldn't quite make her arms encircle him, but neither did she possess the fortitude to pull herself away Did he love her? Hisintensity, circling around her taut nipple through the thin ely detached fro body His kisses had left an indecent stain on her bodice Not that he would care He was doing this to punish her He would--

"No!" she cried out, pushing at him so violently that he fell to the floor in surprise

He was silent as he slowly rose to his feet When he finally leveled his gaze at her face, Henry knew panic like none she had ever iined His eyes were slits

"Suddenly worried about our virtue, are we?" he asked rudely "It's a bit late for that, don't you think?"

Henry hastily scra to reply

"Rather an about-face for the girl who told s for her reputation"

"That was before," she said in a low voice

"Before what, Hen? Before you came to London? Before you learned oe?"

"I--I don't knohat you're talking about" She aardly rose to her feet

Dunford let out a short bark of angry laughter God, she wasn't even a good liar She stumbled over her words, her eyes refused to meet his, and her cheeks were flushed pink

Of course that ht only be passion He could stillhe could make her feel, but he knew he could raise her body to fever pitch He could make her need him, bind her to hirew aroused as his thoughts grew more erotic He could see her as she had been at Westonbirt, her soft skin glowing in the candlelight She had moaned with desire, arched her body toward his She had cried out in rapture He had given her that