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very unwise of you to
try to—to—"
    "To
what? Touch you? Kiss you? Caress that sanctified Boston skin?" His voice
was low and harsh, and Katherine stepped back before the force of it. "I
know you're lying, Miss Devereaux. I've watched, you see, and I know your
father never returns from his lunch until two-thirty and it's only
one-thirty."
    "Well,
Charlie will be in shortly, and he'd kill you if you touched me,"
Katherine said, edging toward the door of her father's office. He stood between
her and the outside door; she knew she could not reach that. But if she could
just get inside her father's office and lock the door...
    Deliberately,
menacingly, he came toward her, his eyes never leaving her face. "That old
drunk? Peljo told me he's been on a binge for two weeks and hasn't come to work.
And your Yankee lieutenant has vanished also. Tell me, did you freeze him
out?"
    Katherine
backed away, cautiously feeling for the doorknob behind her. "I'll scream
if you touch me."
    "The
yard's a fair distance—and very noisy. I doubt they'll hear you. And, believe
me, I can muzzle you rather quickly."
    Suddenly
she jerked open the door and darted inside and swung the door behind her. But
despite his encumbering chains, the captain was quick, and before she could
lock the door, he had turned the knob and pushed the door open so violently
that she stumbled back against her father's desk, painfully striking one hip
against the sharp corner. She looked at him, frightened almost past thought
now, as he coolly closed the door and turned the lock. Desperately, she backed
away from him, her eyes fixed in terror on his face. She couldn't seem to tear
her eyes away from him; she remembered reading somewhere that there was a snake
that fixed its victim with its magnetic gaze, holding the frightened creature
transfixed until the snake lashed out and killed it. Finally, her back touched
the wall, and suddenly he was on her.
    His
muscled hands held her arms against the wall above her head, and he pinned her
to the wall with his own hard body. No man had ever touched her before, at
least no more than a hand under her elbow or a fervent handclasp. Certainly no
man had ever pressed his hard, lean body into hers. She gasped with the
indignity, and he chuckled, his breath ruffling her hair, and moved his body
against her.
    "Are
you trying to crush the breath out of me?" she said tartly, determined not
to admit her fright. "I shall have 'C.S.N.' imprinted on my stomach from
your belt buckle!"
    He
leaned back his head and roared with laughter. "What an absolutely
indelicate thing to say, Miss Devereaux."
    "I'm
too angry to be delicate," she snapped.
    He
looked down at her, his eyes roaming her face. His gaze rested on her lips and
he said huskily, "Have you ever been kissed, Miss Devereaux?"
    "I
certainly don't intend to tell you!"
    He
squeezed her wrists. "Answer me."
    "Yes!"
    He
eased the pressure on her wrists. "Good and thoroughly kissed?"
    She
blushed and said primly, "I haven't the slightest idea what you
mean."
    "I'm
sure you don't," he said, and his lips descended on hers.
    It
seemed to her as if he wanted to devour her mouth, for his lips crushed hers,
forcing them apart. She struggled indignantly against him; never had she
received more than a chaste peck on the lips. He was bruising her with the
violence of his kiss. Suddenly his tongue darted into her mouth, and she gasped
in surprise. What was he doing to her! Her mind reeled; it was barbaric: the
kiss seemed to go on forever, his tongue probing, caressing. Then his tongue
retreated and the pressure of his lips lightened, and she thought he was
through, but he did not end his kiss, only buried his lips in hers once again.
It was a shock again, though less this time, but she felt dizzy and faint with
his kisses. Would he never stop? His hot breath seared her cheek; his mouth
seemed to suck all of the breath out of her. Then suddenly his mouth left her.
    "Please,"
she said shakily. "Let me go;