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“Did you see the way that girl looked at us?” she asked in a low voice.

Wesley laughed. “I believe I’ve compromised your virtue.”

Lydia met his gaze straight on. “Then I guess you’re just going to have to marry me.”

Upstairs in her suite, Wesley pulled her into his arms without preamble. First he kissed her forehead, then her eyes, and finally, he kissed her lips.

Her lips were warm and sweet on his, causing his pleasure to radiate outward.

Wesley kissed her hungrily, as if each kiss was the last.

Lydia locked herself into his embrace as he explored the hollows of her back. “I can’t put into words just how much I want you,” he whispered.

“I want you, too,” she murmured. “But as much as I want to make love, we can’t.”

He pulled away from her slowly to look Lydia in the face. Wesley was pretty sure that he had not heard her correctly.

She took him by the hand and led him over to the sofa. “I have a rule when it comes to making love.”

“What is it?” Wesley inquired. He wasn’t sure he really wanted to know. Women and their rules.

“I don’t rush into bed with anyone. I want to see where this relationship is going before I even consider intimacy. I hope that you can respect that.”

“I can,” he told her.

“You aren’t too disappointed, are you?”

Wesley did not like it, but he had no choice but to respect her decision. “I guess I’ll take a cold shower to go.”