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things, she started around the other side of the desk.
    “No, ye don’t.” Chuckling, a soft, satisfied sound, he shot out his hand to snag her arm.
    “Let me go.” Jen didn’t want to give him any more satisfaction, but it was hard not to wiggle.
    He used this to his advantage, pulling her into his grasp in one short jerk. “I don’t think so. At least, not for now.”
    The wool of his jumper—another of his inevitable black jumpers—scratched her hands as she pushed on his chest. “This is unacceptable.”
    His chuckle turned into a laugh. The movement of his chest beneath her hands made her heart gallop. “I love it when ye get all English on me.”
    The implied slur made her glance up into his face. “I’m English. What else would I be?”
    “What else indeed.” His odd eyes gleamed with…interest. And something else, something that matched what ran in her blood against her will. “So you’re interested, eh?”
    “I think you should let me go.”
    “And I’m thinking I should be giving ye a wee kiss.”

Chapter 5
    H e tasted wild .
    He tasted like heat and edge and restless need. Unlike her one other lover, Cam Steward didn’t take the time to nibble.
    He dove right into her.
    His hot mouth took. Took her mouth and her mind. Jen sagged in his arms, overwhelmed by the racing beat of his heart and hers, overcome by the raging, turbulent want he revealed in the sweep of his hands across her back and hips. Somehow, some way, she found her own hands twisting in his hair, urging him closer and deeper.
    Into her.
    He murmured encouragement as he slanted his mouth in another angle, his tongue flicking on her teeth and sliding farther in. The burn she’d concealed for so long roared to life, scorching all her hard-won patience and hard-learned lessons to ash.
    “Hmm.” His teeth skimmed her jaw and bit lightly on her neck. “Ye are a lethal lass.”
    Lethal .
    Everything froze inside. The desire, the burn, her heart. What was she doing?
    Yanking herself from his arms, she skirted around the desk in a dash to safety. She forced herself to look at him.
    His hands slowly dropped to his sides. His gaze never left her face. His mouth, his lethal mouth, finally quirked. “I guess we’re done with that for now.”
    “Forever.” Sucking in a breath, she was shocked when it didn’t choke in her throat. “This isn’t something we should—”
    “What ye mean is,” the quirk went to a full-blown grin, “it’s not professional.”
    His smile kicked off one more of the many thumps she’d endured since meeting this man. But this thump hit dead center. Not in her heart and not in her gut. No, the hit slammed right into the pit of her soul.
    This was bad. Very, very bad.
    The kiss and his smile and the impossibility of leaving this place and him was bad enough. What was far worse was what he unleashed inside of her.
    The burn.
    “Nothing to say once more?” Folding his arms, he leaned on the desk, amusement lingering in his tone.
    “That won’t happen again.” She knotted her hands in front of her.
    A predatory gleam lit his odd eyes. “No?”
    “No.” Her nails bit into her skin. “It can’t.”
    “Can’t.” His head angled in a tilt of curiosity and she noticed how wild his hair was. Because of her. “That’s an intriguing word.”
    “It’s a word I mean.” If she kissed him one more time, she’d lose the thread of control she had on herself and the heat inside. She couldn’t afford that. She’d learned. “Are we going to get to work or not?”
    “It’s a word that says so much.” He continued, ignoring her taut demand. “Won’t is one thing. Can’t is quite another.”
    “Mr. Steward.” Jen marched to the door, unimpeded, much to her relief. “I’m leaving.”
    How she wished she could leave permanently. Right now.
    “Ms. Douglas.” He slid over the last syllable, like a big cat hissing displeasure. “This conversation is far from done.”
    Yanking the door open, she