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With his good arm, Alex reached and drew her near. He saw her eyes flare and knew a moment when she might have told him to back off and let her be.

But then the breath seemed to leave her body, her lids grew heavy, then he saw her heart glistening there in her eyes. He was right. This situation—this maddening push and pull—couldn’t go on. Now was the time to end it. And end it his way.

Even as Alex’s head slanted over hers and Libby drifted off into the caress, some weak desperate part of her cried out that this should not, could not, happen. But as the kiss deepened she forgot the reasons why. The slow velvet slide of his tongue over hers, the way his hands pressed her gloriously near …

This might be dangerous, but it felt so infinitely right.

Her palms ironed up over his bare hot chest at the same time his hands pressed down over her back. His head angled as he curled over her, his touch sculpting her behind, hooking around her thigh and urging it to curl around his hip as his pelvis locked with hers. She felt the glide of his hand scooping around her thigh, sliding lower toward her knee—

Breathless—terrified—she yanked away.

Oh God, she’d vowed this wouldn’t happen again.

She didn’t want him to know.