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her attention were his lips. They were full and sensual with a perfect cupid’s bow. Such a perfect mouth, and on a man no less. He possessed one of the most striking, unusual, and enthralling faces she ever beheld. Her breath seized while her heart beat faster, thumping against her ribcage. No denying the fact, a decided attraction toward this man filled her senses. What to say? Could she even converse?
    “Are you quite well, Miss McGrattan? You seem to be in a state of shock.”
    Of course, he spoke. The melodious voice completed the fascinating portrait. Not perfect by any stretch with his large ears, long face, and gangly legs and arms. Bloody hell. Phil could not stop herself. She stepped back between his legs and cupped his face, her thumbs stroking those perfect, sculpted cheekbones. He gazed up at her. His brows furrowed in what she imagined could be confusion.
    “You, my dear Professor--captive me.”
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    Her softly spoken words arrowed straight to his soul. She could not mean it. Spence studied her, trying to find any hint of malicious mockery, but none were visible. Philomena leaned closer.
    “Are you going to kiss me?” he asked, the words escaping before he could stop them.
    “Would you object if I did? Your lips appear eminently kissable.”
    A hot flush spread across his face and covered his whole body. Damn his inexperience. He tore his gaze from hers and closed his eyes, embarrassed at his reaction. If she dared to glance down, she could not miss one of the most painful erections he had since he was capable of having them. All from a woman touching and shaving him. Stroking his cheeks. Telling him that he captivated her. What an easy seduction he’d be for this experienced temptress, and that thought rankled to his core. As vulnerable as an untried boy, which he supposed he was in reality.
    It is not that he never experienced desire. He had once or twice, though nothing came of it. Spence believed making love should not be something casual used to scratch a particular carnal itch, but something to be revered and savored. How could Philomena do this for a living? It made everything she said, and what he read in her expression, counterfeit. He opened his eyes, grasped her arms, and pushed her away. “I do not want to be kissed, thank you.”
    Philomena laid a hand on her hip and gave him a quirky smile. “Quite right. Too soon for a kiss. It is something that has to be worked up to with slow anticipation. The expectation of a kiss. First, a touch might do. A brush of fingers against bare skin.”
    Philomena opened the buttons on his shirt, exposing his upper chest. She trailed the back of two fingers across his collarbone, causing him to shudder with desire. “A feather-like touch, enough to ignite the sparks of skin against skin. To know what bliss can be found when two naked bodies come in contact. The warmth, the scent, becoming one.”
    God in heaven, she seduced him with huskily spoken words and the touch of two fingers. His insides turned to liquid, his bones to jelly. He was putty in her hands, and she no doubt knew it. Though she did not appear to be smug about the knowledge, a fire burned in her light brown eyes. She was as affected as he. Astounding.
    She stroked the hollow of his throat with the tip of her finger. He could not hold back the moan of desire that left him. Philomena leaned in close, her warm sultry breath igniting his skin further.
    “Do not think I’m pulling this out of my prossie bag of tricks. I will tell you a secret. I’ve not been with a man for a few years by my own choice. Sex has always been a chore for me. You are the first man to make me anticipate it. Thank you.” She caressed his cheek, then stepped back, the spell broken. “I am exhausted. It’s been a long day. I shall say goodnight.”
    Should he stand? With his coat off, his arousal would not be hard to miss. He no longer cared. Spence stood and did something he’d never done before. Clasping her