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He was so strung out with hot curiosity that he broke first.

He bridged the final gap between them with a kiss that healed and yet burned like wildfire at the same time. Haste, heat, fury, excitement and a pinch of doubt roared through him in a heady tangle he couldn’t begin to sort out. Then she kissed him back, and that wild rush of feelings melted into just her…just them.

‘Closer,’ he urged, and they shifted together so the back wall of the summerhouse stopped them.

He braced against it to keep her from the cold hardness, and now they were locked together as if they might dissolve walls and pillars and damp December with their own version of summer heat—never mind hard angles, chilly marble and the ever more ferocious storm outside.