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endanger her and expose his plans. It could be disastrous.
    “Tristan,” she whispered, and the sound of his given name from her mouth shocked and thrilled him. How he wanted to make her cry out his name. Scream his name. “Are you in some kind of trouble?”
    He stared at her, face upturned and eyes filled with concern and hope. Hope for him. It had been so long since he felt hope himself, he almost didn’t recognize it.
    “I could help you.” Her voice broke. “If you only tell me what troubles you.”
    She was so close he could feel the warmth of her body. His nostrils were filled with the gentle scent of her skin. Every sense was bombarded by her presence and the desire that assault created was overwhelming.
    With a trembling hand, he cupped her cheek. She seemed as surprised by the action as he was, but did not pull away. She stared up at him, dewy eyes alive with the desire that had been a mere flicker a few moments earlier. Tristan could no longer deny himself. He dipped his head and claimed her mouth.
     
    Meredith parted her lips and melted into Tristan’s kiss. He pressed her so close that it almost seemed they were one body, one shared, throbbing heartbeat that echoed in her head. She could do nothing but clutch his arms, cling to him as she was bombarded by sensations.
    He tasted faintly of port, with a hint of mint in the background. His mouth was so hot against her skin that she wouldn’t have been surprised if she were branded by his touch. Her lips certainly felt burned as his tongue swiped over them, filled her and demanded that she respond to every stroke.
    She obeyed his silent order more than willingly, no matter how hard her rational mind tried to rein her in, tried to remind her that kissing a suspect was against protocol and common sense. She couldn’t hear that inner voice over the roar of desire coursing through her blood. Control spiraled away, lost in a sea of need.
    Certainly, she had been kissed before, but never like this. This was possession, claiming, and she wanted nothing more than to surrender.
    Surrender to a potential traitor.
    That sharp, shocking thought drove her from him. She shrugged out of his embrace and stepped back as she raised one trembling hand to her swollen, hot mouth. With effort, she forced herself to look into his eyes. He stared back evenly, his gaze smoldering green fire. There was no doubt hewanted her back in his arms as much as she wanted to be there.
    If she hadn’t been investigating him, she would have given in to that desire. But she was.
    She had no choice but to gather her quaking emotions. Forget how much she was affected by his touch and use his reactions against him. Use the kiss to get more information. Now was the perfect time to demand facts about his relationship with Augustine Devlin, to press him about the painting or his reasons for being involved in such questionable activities.
    Instead, her only desire was to throw herself back into his arms. Worse yet, let him lead her even further. Past mere kisses, past his warm embrace, all the way to his bed. Consequences to her assignment and sanity be damned.
    “Meredith,” he whispered. Even at such close distance, his voice barely carried as he awaited her response.
    One she seemed incapable of making when she was still shaking from his kiss. She could hardly force herself to remember her case, let alone press it at this opportune moment.
    “I—I must go,” she stammered as she turned her back to him and went for the door. “I find myself suddenly tired. Good evening, my lord.”
    Without waiting for an answer, she fled the room and up the backstairs to the guest chambers. Her unseeing eyes somehow led her to herroom where she slammed the door and leaned back. Her breath came in heaving gasps and her body trembled as she relived that forbidden kiss over and over again.
    Covering her face, she crossed the room to sit beside the roaring fire. Its heat was nothing compared to the one Tristan