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“Do you know how very special you’ve become to me?” Quenton asked.

Olivia was afraid to speak, for fear of spoiling the moment.

“I must kiss you, Olivia.” He bent to her and brushed his lips over hers. It was the merest whisper of mouth to mouth. And yet it sent heat pouring through her veins. Her heart swelled with so much love she feared it would burst.

On a gasp she started to pull away. He changed the angle of the kiss and moved his hands along her back, soothing, arousing.

Quenton.“

“Shh. A minute more.” He pressed soft, moist kisses to her temple, her cheek, the tip of her nose. His mouth followed the line of her jaw, teasing the corner of her lips until, unable to wait any longer, she turned her face and felt his lips cover hers once more.

The kiss was no longer gentle. With a guttural sound they came together in a fierce heat that threatened to consume them both....