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Neil’s hand slipped upward until he was cupping the side of her neck. Raine felt goose bumps dance along her arms.

“I wouldn’t be averse to making that part of our story true,” he whispered huskily. “What about you?”

Her jaw fell. “Is this what you call behaving like a gentleman?”

“I am being a gentleman, Raine. Otherwise you’d already be in my arms. Like this.” He tugged her forward and Raine was shocked to find herself clamped tightly to the front of his body. She squirmed in an attempt to escape the circle of his arms, but the movement only made things worse. His body was hard as a rock and she could feel the softness of her own curves gladly yielding to every inch of him.

If he kissed her again, she desperately feared she would go up in flames.