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did bubble to the surface, and he felt the old fury rise again.
    He grabbed her about the waist, hauling her against him. There was one way he knew to assuage his fury, and that was to turn it to passion.
    His mouth came down hard on hers, claiming her lips, her tongue, her every breath. She stiffened and fought the assault on her senses, but gradually she relaxed and her mouth softened. Her lips met his with a hunger just as intense, and he felt her hands in his hair, pulling him closer. Her body was pressed against his now, their forms flush and all but one. He pressed a hand against the small of her back, then traced her spine to the rounded flesh of her bottom. He pulled her against him and groaned as the heat from her body cradled his erection.
    He needed her now. He swung her toward the table, made to sweep the dishes away, but as he raised his hand he saw the bloody cat licking his soup and blinking at him. With a growl, Blue changed tactics. He bent and lifted Helena into his arms, carrying her behind the screen in front of her bed.
    She blinked at him, then blinked at the floor beneath her. “Why, Ernest, this is so romantic. You’ve swept me off my feet.”
    “I can be romantic.” He was the epitome of romance. When he was not away on a mission. Which was always.
    “Next you’ll be bringing me flowers.”
    And, no, he’d never carried her to bed or brought her flowers.
    “Or serving me breakfast in bed.”
    Blue stumbled. Was that an expectation? “I like it better when you don’t talk,” he said, depositing her inelegantly on the bed.
    She looked up at him from under tousled hair and a heap of skirts. “That can be arranged.”
    “Good.” And he knelt beside her and took her in his arms. He pushed her back, letting the feel of her body under his erase the images infuriating him. Now it was only him and her. Nothing was before this. Nothing was after. They had this moment, and he would savor every sensation. He kissed her neck, burying his face in her hair. Most women smelled like perfume or too-sweet flowers, but her scent was light and clean, almost minty. He could remember kissing her before, the scent of stale gin clinging to her hair and skin. No more. He pulled back and looked down at her. She opened her eyes and stared up at him. Her eyes were clear and dark with arousal. No haze of drunkenness, no bleary stare.
    He was too afraid to hope it would last. All he knew was that he wanted her again. He needed her again. He could block out the past. He did not know if he could ever forgive her, but he could forget for the moment.
    She reached up and ran a finger along his jaw. Her touch was light and sweet, and Blue felt a wave of tenderness rush over him. He brushed his lips over hers, lightly, feeling her shiver beneath him. He nipped at her lip, then flicked his tongue over the spot. She moaned and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Stop teasing me.”
    He ran his hands down her sides, feeling the swells of her breasts, the indentation of her waist, the curve of her hips. “You are not supposed to be speaking.”
    “Then kiss me like you mean it.” She pulled his mouth to hers. At the touch of her tongue, the heat he’d been banking erupted into an inferno. He could not hold back any longer. His mouth ravished her, while his hands tore at her clothing, opening her bodice and loosing her stays. She sat and wriggled out of her gown while he kissed her bare shoulder, nudging the strap of her chemise down her arm.
    “Take off your coat,” she said.
    “Later.” He pushed her back. Through the sheer chemise, he could see the dark outline of her nipples and the roundness of her small, pert breasts.
    “You don’t care if it wrinkles?”
    He blinked. The thought hadn’t even crossed his mind—a first. “Wrinkles be damned.” He put his mouth on her warm throat and traced his tongue down the graceful arch of her slim neck. She tilted her head and moaned, digging her hands into his shoulders