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"That's the only thing I've been wrong about today," he nuttered. "It's time for you to go, Megan. You've stayed in ny room, you've shown everyone in town. Try as you might o change my mind, I'm determined to send you home as innocent as you were when you arrived."
"Is that a challenge?"
He nearly groaned aloud. He didn't need her untutored jeduction. He wasn't strong enough to resist her. He'd never )een strong enough.
"Why the sudden change?" she asked, stepping closer. 'Seven years ago, you were furious at me for wanting to ceep our relationship and engagement a secret. Now you're :he one who wants to hide everything."
"I'm older and wiser, and you should be grateful one of is is still talking sense." He wanted to stand up, but he knew f he did, she would move closer. He didn't think he would lave the strength to let her go once he'd touched her, or worse, once she'd touched him. He wasn't sure he could make it to the door before they came in contact with each Dther. His only hope was to force her away with words, to hurt her enough that she would leave on her own.
"I'm talking the best kind of sense," she said and took the last step between them. When she was directly in front of him, she leaned forward and placed her gloved hands on the arms of his chair.
An audible groan escaped his lips. Her cleavage was directly at eye level. It would take a better man than himself not to look, and everyone knew he was just the town bastard. He feasted visually on her generous white breasts, re-
membering how they'd filled his hands, recalling the tightness of her nipples, the sweetness of her through the thin layer of her silk chemise. His fingers curled into his palms as his hardness throbbed heavily against the placket of his trousers. Dear God, give me strength.
"Kiss me, Justin. I want to know. I need to know, just once. After today, I won't have another chance. I'm going to be ruined, anyway.''
She closed in on him. Her mouth was inches away. He could feel her warm breath on his face. Her silk skirt rustled against his legs.
He'd wanted her since the first day he'd seen her, nearly a lifetime ago. He'd loved her just as long. For years he'd denied himself the one thing he wanted most, coveted most, needed most.
He stood up, forcing her to take a step back. Her eyes held his. Their hazel depths asked questions, but there was no fear in them. Only the purest of desire mingling with excited expectation.
She trusted him. The weight of that trust nearly brought him to his knees. He knew it was wrong. He knew there would be regrets. He could handle his own. He would regret the briefness of this moment, the realization that none of this had anything to do with him and everything to do with what she'd decided she had to prove.
Her regrets would destroy him. She would regret what they'd done. She would hate him.
"You'll be sorry," he said softly.
"Never." She placed a gloved hand on his chest.
Did she know she lied?
"Leave now, because if you don't, I'm going to take you to my bed." And never let you go. Only, he couldn't say that part.
"I'm not going anywhere."
He stared into her eyes, then at her trembling mouth. He should be stronger, but she'd always been his greatest weakness. He'd never been able to resist her. That hadn't changed in the seven years he'd been gone. Neither had the fact that he'd always loved her, that he still loved her.
He lowered his mouth to hers.
Chapter Thirteen
JVlegan thought she'd prepared herself for Justin's kiss. They'd kissed many times in the past. Heavens, they'd kissed just a few hours ago in his office. She hadn't expected this time would be any different. She hadn't expected to be plunged into a sensual whirlpool, to be swept away by heat and taste and feeling. She hadn't thought he would reduce her to mindlessness.
His mouth touched hers, molding itself to her, taking her without pausing for question or permission. Before, he'd teased her into delighted acquiescence; this time, he plunged forward, daring her to keep pace. His tongue slipped between her parted lips and swept toward hers. He brushed against her waiting moistness, circling, thrilling her beyond reason.
She clung to his shoulders because there was nothing else solid in her world. She held on because she would fall if she didn't. Not just to her knees, although her legs trembled violently, but into another place, another realm of living where there was only sensation and desire and she felt as lost and confused as a newborn babe.
