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She started to turn, and he laid a hand on her arm. She glanced up at him as his arm slipped around her and he kissed her.

Sensation exploded inside her, and she felt a rush of heat. Her brain had gone into total meltdown. For a second she was confused, but she felt her arms slip around his broad shoulders to pull him closer.

Dear God, he was addictive. His lips moved over hers slowly, as if he were savoring her feel. Her entire body was on fire. She heard him moan—or maybe it was her. In her passion-fogged brain, she wasn’t sure.

“Darcy.”

The way he whispered her name against her lips made her want more. “Yes.”

His lips stopped. And for a brief second she was suspended on a cloud of desire for him that was so totally unexpected she didn’t know what to think.

Then he pulled away. Her eyes fluttered open, and she saw the look of utter shock on his face. He stepped back. His mouth moved. “Forgive me,” he said, then walked away from her, leaving her openmouthed and confounded.