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her down another path, away from the lights. “Come, tell me what happened.” Her fingers tightened within his own. “He wants me.”
    He waited for the exhilaration to come, but it didn’t. Instead, he felt sick to his stomach. “Did he say as much?”
    She shook her head. “No, but I can see it in his eyes...in his manner. He looks at me as though I am naked, and he wanted me to touch him intimately.”
    The words hit Salvatore with a force he did not expect. He would kill the bastard!
    Her eyes narrowed. “I understand your hatred toward Darian, but are we right to come between him and Elizabeth? What will come of it in the end? What if ruining this marriage means we’ll be ruining our career? We have worked too hard to get where we are now.”
    He watched her for a few seconds, gauging her words. All it would take would be a single word from him and it would be over—yet, his need for revenge was so strong, it controlled his every thought. He had the ability to ruin the Kedgwick dynasty, and it was within his grasp. This revenge was something he had yearned for from the day his father had tossed his mother and him out on their ears. Still he remembered his father’s hated words— Whore, take that son of a bitch away from here. I never want to set eyes on that dark-skinned bastard again.
    Salvatore shook away the memory. What if Nic was right? What if it cost them their careers? And what if Darian falls in love with Nicolette? His conscience goaded him. His throat tightened at the prospect. “I can tell the countess you are unwell. We can leave for London posthaste.”
    She stopped in midstep, turned and looked him straight in the eye. “There is nothing I will not do for you. You know that?”
    He nodded. “Of course.”
    Her gaze searched his. “I need to ask a favor.”
    His heart pounded. “Anything.”
    She looked down at her feet, steadied her nerves, and then met his gaze again. “Kiss me.”
    He blinked, unsure he had heard her correctly. “Sorry?”
    “Darian kissed me tonight, and had it not been for his mother’s interruption, it would have gone further. I know for certain he will try again when next we meet. I have never kissed like...lovers do, and I don’t want to be shocked again.”
    Salvatore’s first response was to flat-out deny her. However, he knew that if he said no, she was just reckless enough to find someone who would, and that would not do.
    With his mind made up, he leaned forward and lightly kissed her on the lips. “There.” He took a quick step back.
    She blinked rapidly. “That’s it?” She was clearly disappointed.
    He frowned, his masculine pride injured. “I kissed you.”
    “I meant a real kiss. Like men and women kiss when they are in love.” She took the step that separated them, looped her arms around his neck, lifted her chin and closed her eyes. “Now, do it right.”
    Salvatore’s heart skipped a beat as he looked down at her upturned face. Gone was the young sprite in boys’ clothes and pigtails. In her place was a woman full-grown, in the very flower of her youth...a beautiful woman who stirred the heart of every man that crossed her path.
    His own heart trip-hammering, he leaned down and kissed her softly—once, twice, then slowly swept his tongue against the seam of her full lips. He heard her slight intake of breath and steadied himself for her to push away.
    But she did not push away. Instead, she leaned into him, pressing her full breasts against his chest, and parting her lips to let him in.
    His arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her tight against him as his tongue swept into the sweet recesses of her mouth. A moan escaped her as her tongue danced with his, and for a moment he lost all track of time and place. It was just the two of them, in the garden, with the sound of the fountain in the background.
    With every stroke of her tongue against his own, he felt himself being drawn into her web. It had been ages since he had been with a