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“Wyatt, what is it?”

The next she knew he was against her, his mouth burning hot and rough against hers. Not the way she’d imagined their first kiss. Caught so off-guard she could do little more than react, she let her arms come up under his as he steered her backward to the wall and ground her into it, kissing her with the length of his big body.

She’d always liked kissing—good, wholesome fun kissing. This was nothing like the playful, gentle kisses she’d found on the lips of any other men. It overwhelmed her, burning away every other thought, claiming every part of her—it was a flow of something hot and molten that dragged her down, burning her lips, singeing her tongue, searing her from the inside out with his breath she breathed.

When he lifted his head she could only stare at him, light-headed and shaking, her arms still locked around his shoulders, broad, warm, and steady…and she couldn’t think of anything but kissing him again.

Imogen tried to get control of her breathing, but held fast lest he get any ideas about letting go before she got her balance. Say something. Quick!

“I like the way you talk” was what came out, followed by a bubble of semi-nervous giggles.

Smooth.

His gaze fell heavy on hers. Dark. Troubled. Though the giggles ceased, words still failed to materialize—and she was usually so good at talking.