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distraction instead. When that failed, she gave in and Googled Edward to ogle sexy pictures of him.
    "Mmmm," she purred over one particularly luscious photo, a candid, probably snapped by paparazzi, of him sweaty and shirtless at a beach somewhere.
    When a knock sounded from the hidden passage Lizzy had come through, Carrie was feeling more than a little forgiving toward Edward. She checked her look in the full-length oval mirror. She looked horny. Flushed cheeks, glazed eyes, erect nipples -- he'd think she was a slut. Her reflection quirked an eyebrow at her. And what was wrong with that? Hadn't she started this whole thing just wanting a fling?
    The knock sounded again. Was she going to stand here all night contemplating how to behave or was she going to invite the man--the incredibly sexy man--in? No contest, she slid back a cleverly disguised panel.
    He looked amazing, just like he'd looked in all the pictures she'd been staring at for days now. But he wasn't a picture. He was real, real and here. To prove it, she reached out a hand and placed it on his chest.
    "I wasn't sure you'd come."
    He put a hand over hers. "
    I wasn't sure you'd let me in when I did. Lizzy said you were rather annoyed with me."
    "Was I?"
    He ran a finger over her cheek, down her neck, and across her shoulder.
    "So I was informed."
    "I can't remember why just now."
    He stepped inside, sliding the secret panel closed behind him. He kept his hand on her, but he looked nervous.
    "This, coming to see you, is the first thing I've done in a long time that was only for myself."
    She tried to keep her tone light.
    "Should I be honored?"
    "The honor is entirely mine, I assure you."
    He slid his hands down her arms to rest on her waist, then around to her back. He pulled her against him.
    "You are more beautiful than I remembered."
    His lips hadn't even touched her and her pulse was already throbbing in her temples. Oh, but she wanted this man! If having him made her a wanton slut, then so be it. He placed a feather light kiss on her temple.
    "I'm sorry," he whispered, "I'd never have stayed away from you if it hadn't been necessary."
    "You're here now."
    His lips barely brushed hers.
    "And there's nowhere else I'd rather be."
    He covered her mouth in a crushing kiss that gave testimony to his words. They were both exactly where they wanted to be. Carrie didn't know how one conducted a proper fling. Were there rules of engagement? She had no idea, and so gave in entirely to the sensations coursing through her. She wrapped her arms around Edward and tangled her fingers in his hair. When his kiss slid down her neck and his tongue grazed her collarbone, she moaned. She moaned, and she didn't care that she'd moaned. If his kiss was any indication, she intended to do still more moaning before this night was over.
    He was breathing hard as his hand grazed her breast. Just that slight touch, coming as it did with fabric separating skin from skin, was enough to have her nearly wrapping her legs around him from anticipation. She should take this moment slowly, savor each touch, but she'd always been of the opinion that good things were even better when you binged on them. It was true of chocolate, ice cream, good books, and apparently, English princes.
    She didn't want to go slow. She wanted to demand and submit, all at the same time. So when he started gathering up her long, flowing skirt, she felt like telling him just to rip the damn thing off her. He was going slowly, so slowly, whether out of some gentlemanly code or to heighten her anticipation. Either way, she was quite certain she would explode if she didn't feel his skin on hers soon. She helped him with the skirt and guided his hand beneath the hem to rest on her bare thigh.
    "Bloody hell, Carrie! I have a lovely, private dinner planned on the castle roof, but just now, I can't think of anything but devouring you!" He panted, "Will you think me a complete brute if I suggest we postpone dinner?"
    "I was