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wickedly. It wasn’t until she had reached up behind her neck to loosen the rest of the garment, her hardened nipples pressing against the silky material, that Michael was finally jolted into action.
    He sprang from the couch with a grace and speed Meghan hadn’t expected in someone his size. He grabbed her savagely by the forearms and slammed her up against his hard body. Meghan’s head fell back and she looked up into his ferocious face, his eyes a cold steel gray with anger.
    “You stupid little fool,” he said through clenched teeth. “How do you know I wasn’t lying downstairs? How do you know insanity doesn’t run wild in my family? How do you know I won’t take all you’re offering and then break your lovely little neck?”
    The panic that rose up in Meghan was earthshaking, but growing up in an Irish family full of poker players had proven useful more than once. As he raged at her, thoughts raced through her mind. Did Daphne know her head from a hole in the wall? Surely she must! He’s a good, decent man. I know he is. He’s honorable and trustworthy. I feel it. Besides, a lunatic wouldn’t warn someone of his intentions. Or would he? No. No, he wouldn’t. Not when she was making it so easy for him. Ah, that was it! Meghan’s very logical mind grasped at a calming chord. He is a decent, honorable man—and that’s why he’s warning me. As her mind became as tranquil as her expression, her heart went out to the man who’d won her respect and admiration.
    “I’ve always been an excellent judge of character,” she told him softly and honestly.
    His eyes narrowed as he looked deeply into hers, trying to fathom her thoughts. Hers weren’t crazy or sinister eyes. They were full of trust and warmth and longing. He had hoped his violent act would scare her, but she never once showed any fear. She was obviously a mature woman in control of herself. And she obviously wanted him.
    Michael knew he sure as hell wanted her. He could smell the lavender scent she wore. She was warm and soft, and her body seemed to melt into the contours of his. She was an incredible creature.
    To Meghan’s delight, his facial features softened as his morals and suspicions gave way to his overcharged libido.
    He released his grip on her arms and placed her palms on his chest. Skillful hands slid up to her shoulders, leaving tingling gooseflesh in their wake. Their gazes never wavered as he moved to release the clasp at her neck. The blouse slid down to the tops of her breasts and stopped where their bodies met. His hands remained at the nape of her neck, his thumbs sliding around her ears to gently caress the hollows of her cheeks.
    He lowered his head to rest his lips on hers in a tender, tentative kiss. Her full lips were soft and warm and pliable. Michael felt a sudden surge of adrenaline shoot through his body. He raised his head. Frowning in wonderment, he studied her once again. Had she felt it too? Something magical happened every time he touched her. Was she as affected as he was?
    Apparently she was, he thought with amused pleasure. She had snaked her arms around his neck and was pulling his head forward to meet her lips with his.
    They explored each other’s lips slowly, gently, teasingly at first. Michael’s tongue parted her lips to taste the sensitive tissues inside. Meghan opened her mouth eagerly for him, and their kiss deepened.
    Breathless and trembling, they pulled apart slightly, the surprise of their discovery evident in their eyes. Michael’s hands now rested on her hips, where he played with the lacy garter belt. He pulled himself from her a little more, but didn’t release her. Her cleverly seductive blouse fell to the floor at last.
    He took a step backward to see her better, and Meghan let him drink in his fill. He did so with an unabashed thirst. Her coloring fascinated him. The creaminess of her skin, flushed rosy with excitement, was especially pleasing to him. He grazed the top of one breast with