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Her hand flew to her throat. “What?” she whispered.

Najib stroked light fingers down her bare arm. He was wounded; she had pierced his heart in the first moment she looked at him, suspicious and mistrustful though her eyes had been.

“You are a woman who enjoys physical pleasure, Rosalind. Do you think a man does not know such a thing?”

She closed her eyes and breathed to silence her noisy heart.

“How my mouth craves to kiss you, Rosalind, my hands burn with wanting to touch you. Do you not feel it? I see it in your eyes. You want my touch. Tell me that it is so. Say it!”

“Najib,” she whispered, her body streaming with feeling.

How could such passionate need as Najib felt for her coexist with the deep suspicion that she was a danger—to him, to the family, to the thing that ruled all their lives?