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  If he wasn’t mistaken, Lady Tiffany was
jealous.
    “What about Baroness Langdon?” he asked quietly, pinning her
with his steady gaze.
    “I overheard someone talking,” she admitted softly.   “About the two of you.”
    “I see.”   Damn the
tattle mongers and their wagging tongues, he thought in irritation.
    “Clearly it’s none of my affair,” she acknowledged, her tone
contrite.   Then, realizing what she’d
just said, affair , she blushed
furiously.   Thank goodness it was
dark.   Maybe he wouldn’t notice.
    Christ, he couldn’t believe they were having this
conversation.   He was about to tell her
that she shouldn’t take stock in idle gossip, but then thought better of
it.   Considering the physical attraction
that clearly existed between them, perhaps it was best that he dispel any romantic
illusions she might be holding onto.   “No, it isn’t,” he replied simply, releasing her chin.   He watched as her face fell, feeling like an
ass.
    They stared at each other in silence for a moment, the
melodic resonance of the orchestra the only sound aside from their quiet
breathing.
    “I should go,” Tiffany said softly, though she made no move
to leave.
    “Yes, you should.”   He
made no move to let her pass however, studying her face for a moment
instead.   “Were you really going to let
him kiss you?”   The question left his
mouth seemingly without thought, surprising them both.
    Tiffany hesitated, and then answered honestly.   “Yes,” she whispered.
    He frowned.   “Why?”
    She shrugged her shoulders the tiniest bit.   “I was curious,” she stated softly.   And because I’d just been confronted with the
heartbreaking reality that the man I wanted to kiss me, likely never would, she
added silently.
    “Curious?”   His eyes
widened in disbelief.
    “I’ve never been kissed before.”
    “I should hope not,” Alex said.   Though he didn’t intend them to, his words
came out sounding more husky than stern.   He cleared his throat uncomfortably.
    “I’m not a child.”
    His eyes strayed to the lush swell of her breasts, their
creamy white tops exposed by the fashionable, yet daring cut of her
bodice.   No she certainly wasn’t.   “Hmm,” he lifted his gaze back to hers.   “Eighteen today and already so eager for your
first kiss?”   His tone held a touch of
wry amusement.
    She shrugged.
    He harrumphed, shaking his head.   “And you wanted him to be the one to give it to you?”   Picturing Fitzpatrick, he couldn’t disguise
his disdain.  
    Summoning her courage, she looked him directly in the
eye.   “No.   Actually I didn’t.”
    His breath caught.   Damn, they were treading on dangerous ground all of a sudden.   He needed to stop this, now, before it went
any further.   “Tiffany, I…”   His words trailed off as she stared up at
him, her eyes unblinking.   Bloody hell!   Why did she have to be so breathtakingly
lovely?   His eyes dropped to her lips,
noting that they were parted ever so slightly.   Don’t!   His subconscious shouted the silent
command.   Foolishly, he ignored it.
    As his last remaining thread of rationality fell by the
wayside, Alex reached out and grasped Tiffany’s arms, drawing her slowly up
against him.   The contact was
electrifying.   Then, as he watched in
fascination, the tip of Tiffany’s tongue emerged and moved slowly along her
lower lip.   Deliberate or not, it was an
invitation he couldn’t resist; and in that moment he knew that there was no
going back.
    The first touch of Alex’s lips upon hers nearly sent Tiffany
to her knees.   It was soft and tender and
absolutely wonderful.   And then, as he
gently began to apply more pressure, purposefully molding his lips to hers, she
realized that nothing she had ever imagined compared to the amazing reality of
his kiss.   It was simply divine, and
consequences be dammed, she wanted more.   Moaning softly, her arms quivering at her sides, she