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‘Fleur—Fleur! What is it?’ Sebastian strode right over to the bed, and without a second’s hesitation she sprang up into a kneeling position and clutched him feverishly around the neck.

And with that human contact, feeling the comforting warmth of his bare chest against her flimsily clad form, she burst into tears.

Sebastian let her do it, saying not another word, but sitting down on the bed with her, his arms wrapped around her, his chin resting on the top of her head.

‘Hush, Fleur…it’s OK…you’re OK. I’m here…’ he murmured.

Afterwards, she couldn’t recall how long they’d stayed like that, but eventually she raised her eyes to look up at him. And then, as if it were the obvious, natural sequence of events, his mouth came down upon her lips. And the moist warmth of that brief union sent thrilling waves coursing down her spine… She didn’t pull away—she didn’t want to pull away. Because in a kind of wonder she found herself glowing at this intimate contact. Sebastian’s overt masculinity was making her feel desired, wanted, protected…