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mistake, Matt realized the second he touched her. He ran his thumb across the corner of her lower lip and sent the desire already fisting in his gut on a fast track to parts due south. Judging from Claire’s quick intake of breath and the combination of confusion and hunger inher brown eyes, she had stumbled onto the same path with him.
    To hell with it, he thought. And before his conscience or reason could kick in, he slid his hand around her neck and urged her closer. He pressed his mouth to hers. Just a taste, he promised himself. But the jolt was immediate and as powerful as a nuclear explosion. Matt lifted his head, gave her a chance to retreat. He would let her go, he swore to himself. But then she looked up at him out of eyes that had gone all smoky with need. When she tipped her mouth up to him again, Matt made a grumbling noise low in his throat and swooped down for a deeper taste.
    He devoured that perfect mouth, molding and shaping it beneath his. He could feast on the sweet softness of her mouth alone for hours, he thought as he ran his tongue along the seam of her lips. When she parted them for him, pleasure shuddered through Matt and he deepened the kiss.
    Then her fingers bit into his shoulders as she returned his kiss. And Matt forgot all the reasons he had told himself this couldn’t happen. He forgot that he had sworn he would give Claire time, that he would regain her trust first. He forgot his promise to only take a taste.
    No, a taste of Claire would never be enough. Not when he wanted so much more. Not when he wanted all of her. And she would give him what he wanted, he realized. She would give herself to him even though it was too soon and she would regret it later. And if that happened, he would lose her.
    Calling upon a strength he hadn’t known he possessed, Matt tore his mouth free. He dragged air into his lungs in deep gulps while he battled the urge to haul her intohis lap and pick up where they’d left off. “I think,” he began as he sucked in another lungful of air and forced his gaze away from that tantalizing mouth. “I think I got all of the sauce.”

Four
    â€œW hat?” Claire asked, doing her best to shake off the sensual haze that still held her in its grip. She tried to concentrate on breathing normally again—which was no easy task, given her body felt all tight and tingly and her mind seemed to have turned to mush.
    A frown slashed across Matt’s face. “There’s no more sauce on your face,” he repeated, his voice gruff.
    Claire’s fingers went to her mouth, still warm and wet from his kiss, and she could feel the blush crawl up her cheeks. Embarrassed, a part of her wanted to duck beneath the table and hide while another part of her wanted to climb into his lap and have him kiss her again. And both reactions were absurd, she told herself. Matt was her husband. Surely he had kissed her like this before. So why on earth didn’t she remember the thrill of his kiss, the heat of his touch? And why did she feel it hadbeen such a long time since she had been kissed this way?
    â€œI’d better clear this stuff away before the rain hits,” he told her, and began loading their dishes onto the tray.
    â€œLet me help,” she said, starting to get up.
    â€œDon’t even think about it. You need to stay off that ankle. I’ll only be a minute.”
    Not up to arguing, Claire turned her attention to the weather, only now realizing that the brilliant gold and orange sky that had greeted her when she’d first emerged onto the deck had disappeared. Instead of the sinking sun filling the horizon, a sliver of moon struggled valiantly to shine through a forest of black clouds rolling across the skyline. As far as she could tell, the stars had gone into hiding. Flames flickered in the gaslights on the deck. The spotlights from the garden below glittered and provided the only other source of illumination in the night