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pulled the door open and there on the stoop was Mal. He smiled at her and the action made his intimidating figure far less daunting.
    “Great God, I thought she’d never leave,” he said as he stepped inside, pushed the door shut and immediately gathered Olivia into his arms for a passionate kiss.
    She melted against him, offering no resistance as he cupped her hip and drew her against him, letting her feel the evidence of his desire as their tongues tangled. Against her will, she moaned with need and wrapped her arms around his neck, lifting to her tiptoes to offer more of her mouth to him.
    He took it all, stroking his tongue over hers, sucking until her knees went weak, taking and mimicking the act of sex until she couldn’t see or feel anything but him.
    Finally, he pulled away, his breath short and his eyes filled with intent.
    “Your room,” he grunted—an order, not a question.
    She nodded, took his hand and all but dragged him up the short staircase to the living quarters above. Violet had taken the larger master chamber, but her own chamber was certainly serviceable and had a bed large enough for what she wanted to do at present.
    She threw open the door and they stepped inside. Mal paused and looked around at the plain room and its drab colors.
    “It isn’t like you at all,” he murmured.
    She started at his observation, but shrugged. “It isn’t my home. My room in my home is much more reflective of who I am.”
    “I would like to see that,” he said, catching her eye.
    She kicked the door shut. “Not tonight.”
    He laughed as he cupped her face and drew her in for another kiss. This time he moved more slowly, as if the fact they were alone in a bedroom made him less desperate, less needy. But the desire was there. She could feel it in the press of his tongue, the heat of his body, the hard ridge of his cock that nudged her thigh as he urged her back a few steps toward the bed.
    The room was quiet other than the occasional crackle of the fire as he drew back a fraction and began to unfasten her gown. Although the long line of buttons was along the length of her spine, his deft fingers moved swiftly and he met her stare as each one popped free. She forced herself to hold his gaze, unwavering until her dress drooped around her neck and he slowly drew it down and around her hips. She shimmied it loose and stepped free, kicking it aside to stand before him in her undergarments.
    She had always liked fancy underthings. In her vocation, they sometimes made more impact than a gown. Now he stared at her nearly sheer, pink chemise that just barely touched the top of her thighs where her stockings stopped, and she arched her back slightly in pride. In this, at least, she had utter confidence.
    “You are beautiful,” he murmured, stealing a hand out to cup her shoulder and allowing his fingers to play along her upper arm.
    She shivered at the heat of his hands but refocused quickly.
    “I am also at a disadvantage,” she whispered, shoving the coat that he had never bothered to remove downstairs from his shoulders. He smiled as she did the same with the jacket beneath.
    He wasn’t wearing a cravat, and she let her fingers slide up his chest to touch the triangle of skin that was revealed by his far-too-casual attire.
    “I want to see the rest,” she said, meeting his eyes as he had done to her and slowly unfastening his shirt. As more and more flesh was revealed, she stepped closer and slid her hand inside the space she had created.
    He sucked in a breath as her palm stroked over the hard muscles there, her fingertips playing briefly with one flat, hard nipple.
    “You are in dangerous territory,” he warned, looming over her but making her anything but afraid.
    “I hope so,” she said and opened his shirt fully. She tugged the ends from his trousers and lifted up on her tiptoes to shove it away. Then she stepped back and stared.
    He was…spectacular, unlike any man she had ever seen in a state of