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‘The question of whether or not I want to be kissed by you is inappropriate.’ She crossed her arms over her breasts and tried to ignore the way they felt. ‘Completely and utterly inappropriate.’

‘But you do want to be kissed.’ Kit cupped her cheek with firm fingers.

She fought against the impulse to turn her face into his palm.

‘It is in your eyes.’ His thumb traced the outline of her mouth. ‘And your lips.’

He lowered his head. This time his kiss was slow and coaxing.

Hattie brought her hands up and rested them on the solid broad cloth of his coat. His hand moulded her body to his. At the insistent pressure her lips parted slightly and she tasted the cool interior of his mouth. Nothing in her life had prepared her for the sensation rippling through her.

She allowed herself one more heartbeat of pleasure. She felt ridiculously feminine and pretty—someone to be cherished.