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“Not just yet, Emma. First we are going to talk.”

“Emmeline.”

Jamie turned her and sat her down on one muscular thigh. “That name does not suit you. ’Tis too formal and stuffy for a lady with your spirit and passion.”

Emmeline’s mouth gaped open. She snapped it shut. “You know naught about me,” she sputtered.

“You forget, I’ve sampled that fire you seem so determined to hide.” He glanced briefly at her mouth, a subtle reminder of the devastating kiss they’d shared. When his gaze returned to hers, its intensity was anything but subtle. Blatant desire flared in that single midnight eye.

Emmeline gasped sharply as an answering heat streaked through her. It sank deep, touching some hidden core of herself. like a sleeping dragon, the seed unfurled again, spreading the flames. “Nay,” she whispered, denying the rush of sensation….