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Lily leaned into him and gave in to the urge to touch him again.

She lightly ran a finger along the stern edge of his jaw. A delicious frisson of awareness shot down her spine at the contact. Nash didn’t move. Did he truly feel nothing between them?

“Don’t,” he said in a harsh, tight voice.

“Why? You don’t really believe you’re cursed, do you?” Her hand crept to the back of his neck, fingers combing his smooth black hair.

Abruptly, Nash pulled her to him, his lips crushing against hers. Heat flared and liquid warmth pulsed through her body. His strength was more than the physical, unyielding planes of his mouth, chest and arms. It was an aura as primal and mysterious as anything nature could produce. Lily parted her mouth, inviting him to deepen the kiss.

Nash thrust her away. “Good night, Lily.”