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Bronwyn narrowed her gaze and smiled icily. “I may have been one of many women who felt a fleeting desire to kiss you, but you will never have to worry about me being one of them again.”

Catching her chin between his thumb and forefinger, Ranulf turned her head so that he could read her eyes. And there, reflecting in the darkening cobalt depths, was the truth. She wanted him, and her feelings were just as strange and startling to her as his were to him.

“I don’t believe you, angel. I think you wanted to kiss me and desire to do so again.”

Then his mouth came down on hers before she could even think of resisting.

Bronwyn heard a sound and realized it was coming from her. His lips held her spellbound and the light touch of his fingertips was transporting her into a realm where all realities and concerns drifted away.

“More…” she heard herself beg just before his mouth again sought hers in another kiss…