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“Who taught you to kiss like this?”

“No one.” Her sultry voice glided over him in a caress. “You…did.”

“You never kissed anyone other than me?” he asked, incredulous but also absurdly pleased. When she shook her head, a rush of masculine satisfaction coursed through him. He occupied his mouth with kissing her lips, her cheek, her delicate jaw…anything but reveal he wanted her for his own. But Isabel could probably see right through him, the little temptress.

“You have not sold your soul to the Devil, have you?” she whispered teasingly.

“No, but he keeps pounding on my door.”

“Stilgoe escorted me to the ball tonight,” she shared with him as he nibbled on her adorable earlobe.

“Does he know you came out here to see me?”

She tipped her head aside, inviting him to kiss the sensitive area beneath her ear. “Sophie and Iris…but they don’t know about you…yet. They promised to explain away my absence.”

The relief he felt was testimony of his black character. A scrupulous gentleman would send her back inside; he would not ignore her perfectly clear and justifiable insinuations and continue to take liberties with her person. Nevertheless, she looked so achingly beautiful in the moonlight, her delicate features expressing rapture, that he couldn’t let her go just yet…