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“Owww!” he yelled.
Oh! His foot! Sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry, she mouthed. I didn't mean it.
“If you think I can understand that,” he growled, “you're crazier than I'd originally thought.”
She chewed on her lower lip remorsefully, then placed her hand over her heart.
“I suppose you're trying to convince me that was an accident?”
She nodded earnestly.
“I don't believe you.”
She frowned and sighed with impatience. This muteness was getting to be annoying, but she didn't see how else to proceed. Exasperated, she pointed her foot forward.
“What does that mean?”
She wiggled her foot, then set it down and stomped on it with her other foot.
He looked at her in utter confusion. “Are you trying to convince me you're some sort of masochist? I hate to disappoint you, but I've never gone in for that sort of thing.”
She shook her fists in the air then pointed at him, then pointed at her foot.
“You want me to stomp on your foot?” he asked in disbelief.
She nodded.
“Why?”
I'm sorry, she mouthed.
“Are you really sorry?” he asked, his voice growing dangerously low.
She nodded.
He leaned closer. “Really and truly?”
She nodded again.
“And you're determined to prove it to me?”
She nodded yet again, but this time her movements lacked conviction.
“I'm not going to stomp on your foot,” he whispered.
She blinked.
Blake touched her cheek, knowing he was insane, but unable to help himself. His fingers trailed down to her throat, reveling in the warmth of her skin. “You're going to have to make it up to me a different way.”
She tried to take a step back, but his hand had snaked around to the back of her head, and he was holding her firmly.
“A kiss, I think,” he murmured. “Just one. Just one kiss.”
Her lips parted in surprise, and she looked so damned startled and innocent that he was able to delude himself, if only for this one moment, that she wasn't Carlotta De Leon. She wasn't a traitor or a spy. She was just a woman—a rather fetching woman—and she was here in his home, in his arms.
He closed the distance between them and brushed his mouth gently against hers. She didn't move, but he heard a soft gasp of surprise pass across her lips. The little noise—the first she'd made all day save for a cough—enchanted him, and he deepened the kiss, tracing the soft skin of her lips with his tongue.
She tasted sweet and salty and just like a woman ought, and Blake was so overcome that he didn't even realize that she wasn't kissing him back. But soon he noticed that she was completely still in his arms. For some reason, that infuriated him. He hated that he desired her this way, and he wanted her to be feeling the same torture.
