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“I want you,” he said, intrigued by the snow that caught on her hair, her thickly curled lashes, her full ripe lips.

She swallowed, and the pulse in her neck warbled. “You can’t. You’re engaged.”

“That doesn’t stop the wanting.”

He leaned close to steal a kiss, pausing long enough for her to pull away from him. But she didn’t move. She just stared at him with those big eyes full of wonder and passion.

His head dipped to hers, and he kissed the snow from her eyes, her nose, before settling over her mouth. Hers trembled slightly, and he felt that hesitation clear to his soul.

A gentleman would have ended it now. He should’ve apologized for his boldness. For taking advantage of the situation.

But Reid was no gentleman.

He was a bastard, and he intended to take all that Ellie Jo Cade was willing to give him. Still, he kept his hands trapped between her thighs amid all that fabric that deprived him of exploring her as he longed to do.

There was something wickedly alluring about just kissing her. It seemed more intimate, like a stolen moment that was as fresh as the new-fallen snow.

She tasted of frosty winters and just a hint of spice. She was the dessert he’d hungered for. He damn sure wasn’t going to content himself with a sampling.