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strange began to happen to her, a wild blossoming heat in her center. Stephen increased the pressure, and her hands suddenly gripped the edges of the tub, while shimmering tremors racked her body, flooding it with a release so hard, she nearly wept from the intensity.
    She was boneless, melting against the edges of the tub as he lifted her up and dried her off with a linen towel. Naked and shivering, he laid her down upon the bed, covering her body with the sheets. His expression was dark, almost pained. But he made no further move toward her.
    He was going to stop now, she realized. He wasn’t going to become her lover tonight. He’d given her unspeakable pleasure, while he’d taken nothing for himself.
    She didn’t like it. It wasn’t fair, and she wanted him to experience the same wildness. Was it the same for a man, as a woman?
    He was starting to reach for his shirt, but she stopped him. “Where are you going?”
    “To my own bed. Probably after I go and stand outside in the snow for an hour.” He sat up tentatively, but she reached out to touch his shoulder.
    Embarrassment colored her skin, but she didn’t want him to go. Not yet. The thought of him spending the night in a cold room, away from her, was unbearable.
    “I’ve done something wrong, haven’t I?” Her voice caught in her throat, and he rolled over to face her.
    “No, Emily. I’m the one who’s done something wrong.” He closed his eyes, still lying beside her.
    Though tears stung her eyes, she forged ahead. He wanted her still, she could see it. But likely he feared he’d have to marry her now. She understood that it couldn’t happen. They were as far apart as a prince from a serving maid. Even so, she didn’t care.
    Her cheeks burned with fear and embarrassment, and she realized that he wasn’t going to touch her again. But could she…touch him?
    Without asking permission, she ran her hands over his warm skin, across his shoulders and down to his stomach. His face tightened, but he made no move to stop her.
    When her hands moved to the button of his trousers, he caught them. “What are you doing?”
    She froze, wishing she could hide her head beneath the covers and die. Had she misread him? But beneath her hands, she felt his rigid manhood. It swelled, straining against the fabric of his trousers.
    “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I just didn’t want you to stop.”
    She moved her hands away, but he took them and brought them around his neck. Her bare breasts rested against his warm chest, and as soon as their skin touched, her arousal heightened. “I’ve never asked you for anything, Whitmore,” she breathed against his throat. “Not in all the years we’ve known each other. I would never make demands that you couldn’t give.” She hoped he would understand that this night was not a means of trapping him.
    His hand moved down her spine, tracing a silken trail to her hips. His eyes were hooded, like a man on the brink of losing control. “You deserve better than this.”
    “No, I don’t.”
    She leaned forward to kiss him, and he raised her leg over his hip. His hand palmed her bottom, torment etched upon his face. Once more, she reached for the buttons of his trousers, but this time, he removed the rest of his clothing. Skin to skin, he embraced her. The heat of their bodies evoked needs she didn’t know she had.
    The iron ridge of his manhood glided against her intimately, and a breathless moan escaped her. Her body welcomed him, the slick moisture making her desire more.
    “I want you, Emily,” he said roughly. “Even more now than I did ten years ago. But I don’t want you to have any regrets.”
    “The only regret I’ll have is if you leave me tonight,” she murmured. “Please don’t.”
    He lowered his mouth to her collarbone, pressing soft kisses upon her skin. She sighed with thankfulness, welcoming him. His mouth moved over the curve of her breast, his tongue swirling over her nipple. Teeth nipped the