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Arthur’s thoughts were so clear he might as well have spoken them aloud. This was not the cramped loft in the Running Fox. The dormitory here was spacious. There was no excuse for them to be sleeping within reach of each other. Unless …

To remove any doubts as to her desires, Clare dropped her comb and held out her hand. ‘I think we shall both do very well. It’s beautifully warm by the chimney.’

Arthur dropped his cloak and sword on the pallet and sat down beside her. He set the lamp to one side. ‘Clare …’ His voice was thick. Reaching out, he picked up a strand of her hair and wound it round his fingers. His eyes went black. ‘It’s good to see your hair again. Those veils.’ he shook his head ‘… I prefer you without them.’

Clare set her hand on a broad shoulder and gave a little tug. Their lips met. The contact remained gentle until Arthur turned more fully towards her and gathered her to him. Clare closed her eyes and pressed against him, opening her mouth to his tongue. His masculine, earthy fragrance surrounded her.

His breathing ragged, he pulled back. Clare felt a soft touch on her cheek. He was shaking his head.

‘Clare, I am here to protect you, not ravish you.’

‘And if I want to be ravished?’