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It was an intense moment for Shona. Her breath caught sharply in her throat.

Suddenly he seemed enormous and very near.

‘Had I agreed to wed you, Shona, you would have had to accept my attentions.’

When she did not move away he lowered his head, his face close and threatening.

‘Shall I show you what you could expect?’

‘I'd rather you didn't,’ she said breathlessly.

His suggestive tone made her uncomfortably aware of the raw sensuality emanating from his long muscular frame, outlined in the closely fitted breeches and white shirt. A muscle throbbed in his neck where his shirt was open. A shudder ran through her as his gaze moved over her face, lingering on her soft full lips before dropping to make a leisurely study of the thrusting curves of her breasts beneath the clinging fabric of her petticoat.

She was unable to move away as his fingers gently brushed the droplets of water away from her cheek.

Running his hands up her arms, quietly he said, ‘Come, now. A kiss is all I want.’

Shona turned liquid inside at the meaning she read into his words.