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attention to the fullness of his mouth. “Circumstances of my youth dictated that my boyhood was rather brief and did not include much time for play,” he informed her, his words crisp and factual while his tone lazed with sensuality. “My pursuits of pleasure began when I was very much a man.”
    “And you’ve been a man a very long time,” she said, her voice breathy with possibilities.
    Their lips were mere centimeters apart.
    “I’ve been a man trapped without a woman even longer,” he warned.
    Their noses brushed. “Should I be afraid?”
    “If you have to ask,” he said, sweeping the edge of his lips over hers, “the answer is decidedly no.”
    Alexa couldn’t remember the last time she’d kissed a man, but the moment her mouth clashed with Damon’s, all thoughts of former lovers or the lack thereof flew out of her head. As she’d anticipated, he tasted of a fine claret—and so much more. Tobacco. Time. Experience. His tongue smoothed against hers with coaxing skill, but she didn’t need to be cajoled. She speared her hands into his hair, freeing the dark strands from the leather tie, and climbed onto her knees so she had to tilt his chin toward her to fully devour him.
    He grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her away. His eyes narrowed in suspicion.
    “What manner of witch are you?”
    She supposed she should be insulted, but instead she laughed. “Don’t try to convince me that all the women in your day were prim and proper maidens with no passion. I know things about history and I won’t believe you.”
    He scowled slightly. “I would not attempt to perpetrate such a lie. Yet only moments ago, you doubted my good character.”
    She balanced her hands on his shoulders, massaging the thick muscles with greedy hands, waylaying her need to rip the soft linen of his shirt away from his skin. “I still doubt your good character. All the better for what I want from you.”
    He quirked a grin. “You’re sure you’re not royalty?”
    She laughed. “Depends on who you ask.”
    “I prefer to keep our interactions private.”
    “Good,” she said, leaning forward and teasing his lips with hers once again. “I was thinking the very same thing.”

6
     
    Alexa hardly knew what had come over her.
    Okay, that was a bald-faced lie. Lust had come over her. Years and years of fantasizing about a mysterious, ghostly stranger fading into her room late at night and introducing her to decadent pleasures of the flesh. Hot dreams. Wet dreams. Dreams that had haunted her with particular vigor since her month-long stay in the hospital, when she’d had little to do but sleep and surrender to the medications coursing through her body.
    But now she was healthy. She could have exactly what she wanted with a lover who wasn’t completely real—if only she took the leap.
    The room darkened around her. She leaned away from Damon and watched candles and torches in iron sconces and elaborate candelabras materialize all around them. Silk draperies and tapestries unfurled from the stones on the wall. In seconds, the landing was transformed into a sensual hideaway, with the cushioned chaise as the centerpiece.
    “You’re getting the hang of using the magic,” she whispered, awed by the finery glowing around her.
    “Wondrous what a man can do when properly motivated,” he replied.
    Alexa sank to her knees, knowing she’d lost her mind in pursuing this mysterious phantom—and not really caring. “Maybe the magic is what is making me so hot for you.”
    He quirked a half grin. “Do you truly believe that?”
    Leaning back fully against the chaise, Damon locked his hands behind his head and stared at her with those stormy eyes that sucked her in like a watery vortex. She didn’t know what to think—until she realized that was her problem.
    Alexa didn’t want to think anymore. Day after day, hour after hour, minute after minute, Alexa Chandler was expected to use all of her brainpower to ensure that her