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She felt so dainty in his arms, so tender, and his own hunger rippled through him.

But her startled gasp made him pull back, and he cursed himself.

He was a selfish bastard. The kiss hadn’t been for her, but for him. Hearing the despair in her voice had done something to him, stirring up feelings he didn’t want to feel, especially for her.

“I’m sorry,” he said in a low voice as he backed toward the door. He couldn’t shake the unsettling feeling that he had frightened her with his kiss.

Need, hunger, the desire to soothe her—to make love to her—churned through him. Needs he couldn’t pursue.