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Valbourg turned and drew her against him, one hand gently grasping her chin and tilting it back.

His fingers were warm against her skin, the scent of him sweet in her nostrils. Catherine tried to pull away but he held her too firmly. Then his mouth closed over hers—and she had no desire to go anywhere.

Desire exploded like a dried-up seed bursting in the welcome rains of a long-awaited storm. The touch of his mouth, the slow, sensual caress of his lips, set her blood pounding and made her heart race, so that in an instant the protective wall she had built around herself shattered, leaving her vulnerable and exposed.

But, oh, how she wanted this. To feel the strength of his arms around her and to experience the mastery of his kiss. It was everything she had imagined it would be and more. Equal parts heaven … and hell.