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Your precious Miss Little is going to slip between your fingers if you don’t—”
    “You sound jealous.” His smile turned smug. “You don’t need to be.”
    “Jealous?” She laughed, but something shaky jumped inside her chest and her face burned hotter. “That’s absurd.”
    His hand shot out to circle the back of her neck. Her laughter died at the sensation of his fingers on her neck, pulling her hard to him, trapping her between him and the wall.
    All levity fled his expression. His deep voice roughened as he uttered, “I couldn’t give a bloody damn about Miss Little.”
    She shook her head, but his hand tightened on her neck, stopping the movement. His eyes drilled into her, relentless blue. “It’s time we had an understanding, you and I.”
    His head descended and the treacherous thought drifted through her head. Finally .
    She didn’t have time to examine that sentiment as his mouth claimed hers in a kiss that was nothing like the one she’d experienced before. There was nothing tentative or gentle or safe about it.
    For a moment, she could hardly move, too stunned at the pressure of his mouth on hers, at his chest crushing hers.
    He lifted up slightly to growl at her, his eyes flashing, “Open your mouth to me.”
    She wasn’t sure if she obeyed because he commanded her to or because the mere boldness of his words made her gasp. Either way, her lips parted and his mouth was back on hers again.
    He brought one hand to hold her face, his thumb beneath her chin, tipping her mouth higher for him.
    He kissed her bottom lip, then her top lip, briefly pulling it between his teeth. She moaned. His mouth slanted over hers, kissing her deeper. His tongue slid within. He licked along the inside of her mouth. Her hands gripped his shoulders, clinging to him as though she feared he would stop—that he would take this new and exciting thing away from her. His tongue touched hers. Stroked it once. Twice.
    “Move your tongue against mine,” he breathed into her mouth.
    With a partial nod, she touched her tongue to his. He made a low sound of approval. She felt it vibrate from his chest to hers as she mimicked his kiss, stroking his tongue back.
    His arms wrapped around her waist and lifted her off her feet, mashing her breasts into his chest—breasts that felt aching and heavy in a way she didn’t know was possible.
    Then she was moving. His hard body walked her to the bed, his mouth never breaking from hers. He brought her down on the bed, never parting with her, coming over her.
    He kissed her forever, holding her face with both of his hands like she was the most treasured thing in the world to him. Desire pumped thick through her blood. Her hands roamed his arms, his back, reveling in the firm flesh.
    “You are wearing entirely too many clothes,” he growled against her mouth.
    She nodded and made an incoherent sound of approval as his fingers worked the buttons free down the front of her damp bodice. He yanked the jacket of her habit open and tugged it free of her arms with anxious movements. She lifted half up off the bed, eagerly accommodating him. He tossed it over his shoulder. It hit the floor with a smack, and he went to work on her stays. He paused once he had stripped her down to her chemise, sitting back and devouring her with his eyes.
    Her chest lifted high on sawing breaths. His eyes were the color of a winter storm now, icy blue, the dark ring of cobalt almost black. His fierce expression absorbed her—first her face and then her bared shoulders, drifting down to the nearly translucent fabric of her chemise. He cupped her breast through the thin fabric and she moaned as his deft fingers stroked her, working so surely, so confidently. A sharp cry tore from her as he found her nipple and pinched it, rolling it between his fingers.
    “P-Please,” she choked.
    “Please what? Say my name,” he commanded.
    “Will, please,” she begged, without knowing what she was asking.
    His mouth closed