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‘Dante, there is nothing I want to do more right now than this.’

And Lucie held his eyes, then leaned forward to cup his face. Still Dante held back. Until her tongue eased his lips apart and slid into his mouth.

‘Please don’t stop,’ she breathed, tightening her legs and tilting her hips. She reached her arms up and pulled him down into a kiss he could no more resist than resist taking his next breath. She defined irresistible.

Her eyes, when she opened them to see why he had stopped, were anxious.

‘Lucie, are you sure you’ve done this before?’ he asked, not even knowing himself that those words were going to come out of his mouth. It seemed ridiculous—but he had to know...

She glanced away.

‘Sweetheart?’

‘I never said I had or I hadn’t, but—I want to…so badly. Please, Dante.’

He looked bewildered. ‘Are you telling me you’re a virgin?’ He shook his head at his own stupidity. She was so adamant. So resolute. And she just did it for him. Completely.

When she didn’t answer he rolled that fact around for a bewildered second even as she moved under him, used the legs hooked around his back to pull him nearer.

‘Oh, angel, you’re killing me…’