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Eleanor’s voice sounded husky. Could she possibly be as affected as he was by their proximity?

Entering her bedroom, Dillon stopped beside the bed, releasing her legs so they dropped until just the tip of her toes were touching the rug. She was just the right height, he realized, oblivious to everything but the woman standing still in his arms.

“You can let me go now,” Eleanor said in a hoarse whisper.

“What if I don’t want to let you go just yet?” Heating up at the tremor in Eleanor’s voice, Dillon wondered exactly what he did want from her.

“You don’t really want to do this.”

“I don’t?” He gulped, her voice splashing like coldwater on his growing desire.

“Well, if we do…this, we can’t get an annulment.”