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was just inches away.
    “Abigail,” he whispered seductively.

Chapter Five
     
     
    The overwhelming hunger and uncontrollable desire pumping through Channing refused to be ignored.   The intensity of his need surprised him.   No one since his beloved Rebecca had caused his body to stir so.  
    For years he’d forgone any entanglements with women, instead seeking to pay when his body demanded release.
    But now...now everything was different.   Because of Abigail.
    When he had seen her walk past his window, sheer terror had propelled him out of his bath.   He had forgotten to tell her to stay inside the house because he’d been blinded by lust when she had dared to disrobe in front of him.  
    By the time he reached the porch, the hyenas had made themselves known, leaving him little time to get Abigail to safety.
    For an instant, he thought he might not be able to save her.   When they had attacked, the animals had been a blur.   He hadn’t been thinking when he leapt between them and Abigail, but at least it had saved her life.   A few minor cuts and bruises were part of his daily life anyway.
    But finding her sitting next to him, her hot gaze looking her fill while her hands touched him, had been his breaking point.   He could deny his need for her no more than he could send her away.
    Her wavy blonde hair hung loose, daring him to feel its silkiness.   Channing didn’t hesitate in threading his fingers through the thick gold locks.
    His gaze focused on her tempting lips as he lowered her head to his.   He leaned up and brushed his mouth against hers.   The small contact left him breathless and aching – desperately – for more.
    Both of his hands held her head as he sat up and kissed her again, letting his tongue glide over her lips.   She moaned softly, sending a bolt of desire straight to his cock, now fully aroused.
    He needed to taste more of her, know more of her.   When she didn’t immediately part her lips for his tongue, Channing gently tugged on her chin.   As soon as her mouth opened, his tongue swept inside, tangling with hers.
    She gave a sound similar to a purr and wrapped her arms around his neck.   The taste of her only spurred his desire, urging him to take more of her.
    And Channing was weak to resist the call of his body.
    He wrapped his arms around her body and pulled her hard against him, molding her soft, sweet curves to his chest.   Still it wasn’t enough.   His body demanded more.
    Channing turned and pushed her onto the bed, never breaking the kiss.   Now that she was lying on her back, his hands were free to roam over her enticing body.
    His hand caressed down her side through her thin nightgown to her waist, and then the curve of her hip, before stopping at her thigh.   He waited for her to tell him to stop, to jump from the bed and slap him.  
    Instead, she returned his kisses with as much abandon as he had given.   Perhaps more.
    He was pleasantly stunned by the passion raging just beneath the surface of Abigail Huntington.   And he wanted to see more of it.
    Could she feel the connection between them, the attraction that even hatred and revenge couldn’t overcome?   Channing refused to think of the past or of his vengeance while Abigail was in his arms.
    He broke the kiss and looked down at her swollen lips and powder-blue eyes darkened with desire.   She had tempted him earlier at her bath.   Now, he would seduce her with pleasure that would leave her moaning his name.
    Her chest rose and fell rapidly, drawing his gaze to her full breasts.   But they were hidden, giving him just a tease of a hardened nipple.  
    He rolled from the bed and pulled her to stand beside him.   Then he raised her arms above her head before giving her a quick, hard kiss.   Only then did he bend down and begin to gather her nightgown in his hands.   He then slowly, deliberately eased the material to her hips.
    And paused.
    The pulse at her throat was erratic.   She leaned