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closer.
    She realized how he would see her—her silky nightdress stopped short of her ankles, revealing her bare feet. Her peignoir was made of the sheerest pink chiffon and would hide nothing of what she wore beneath, despite the ruffles and bows at wrist and neck. And her hair was down, brushed out and bereft of any ornament or cap.
    She hastily gathered the peignoir’s collar in her fist, trying to draw it closer together.
    “Vaughn! Why are you…I thought…I did not think anyone would be in here.”
    He stopped barely a pace from her and she was forced to tilt her head to look up at him.
    “Neither did I,” he admitted, his voice low. He studied her face, his expression giving nothing away. “By heaven, you are beautiful!”
    Her heart gave a funny little jerk. “Don’t,” she said breathlessly.
    “I don’t say that merely to flatter you with meaningless compliments.” His voice was low.
    Alarm shot through her. A casual flirtation she could quash, but the thread of sincerity in his voice—that was something she did not have the skill to combat.
    “I should leave…” she murmured, turning to go.
    “Don’t. Not yet.”
    “I must and you know it,” she insisted, looking over her shoulder.
    He didn’t respond. He was simply looking at her. As he stood there wreathed in moonlight, his dark hair crowned with luminous highlights and his eyes shadowed and hiding his thoughts, she saw his chest lift as he drew a deep breath.
    “You know there is something between us, then,” he said, moving towards her. “You felt it tonight, just as I did.”
    Fear rushed through her, more powerful than the squeak of momentary alarm she’d just felt. Instinct told her that what might happen next would threaten everything for which she had worked and waited. She faced him properly. “Vaughn, please, I beg you not to pursue this.” She wished he would take a step or two backwards.
    “I have sat here debating that decision myself,” he said. His voice was low, resonant. “I had decided prudence was wiser and despite tweaking my father’s nose tonight, I would have left for London on the morrow, but then you floated in here like a goddess in a dream. Elisa…” And his jaw flexed as if he clenched it briefly. “You are driving away my better sense.”
    Held to the spot despite her mind whispering she should run from the room this instant, Elisa looked into his eyes. Green eyes. In the dark they appeared to be lit from within. They glowed with a radiance of their own, as if the power of his soul shone from them. Her body seemed to tighten up, the coil of tension settling low in her belly.
    She found the words she needed. “Don’t do this, Vaughn. Please.”
    “Then turn around and walk away,” he said.
    He was so close she fancied she could feel the heat of his big body against her, warming the silk of her nightgown, caressing the skin beneath with a featherweight touch. Her breasts ached to be touched and she was aware of them thrusting against the silk. She could feel her tight nipples pushing at the delicate fabric and with each minute movement it stroked them softly.   Vaughn was so close he merely had to lift his big hands a few inches and he could touch them….Elisa looked up at him again. “God help me, I cannot,” she breathed.
    And she heard his answering sigh.
    His hands did lift then and very gently slid beneath the open front of the peignoir, lifting away the gauzy fabric. He cupped his hands around her waist, gathering the silk in against her.
    She tightened her throat to prevent a gasp escaping her.
    His hands were of a size that she could feel the tips of his fingers almost touching each other. They lay a sizzling imprint against her flesh there. The strong thumbs moved in a restless arc against her midriff, pulling the silk tight over her breasts. The taut fabric transmitted the sweeping motion of his thumbs to her aching, sensitive nipples and it was as if he had caressed the breasts