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escaped her throat before she could stop it. He groaned, his hands moving up to cup her face, turning it to gain better access to her mouth. They kissed over and over again, each time, tasting more and more of one another with each kiss.
     
    When they finally pulled away from one another, Courtney smiled up at him. “ That wasn ’ t so bad, was it? ” she asked. They were both panting for breath, although he gained his faster than she did. She reached a hand up to touch her lips, which were bruised from their kisses. It was an exhilarating feeling. She ’ d never been kissed before — not like a man kisses a woman — and she loved it, she loved the way he kissed her, loved the way he left her breathless.
     
    He grunted in response. It would have deflated her if she hadn ’ t seen the pleased look in his eyes. “ It wasn ’ t bad. ”
     
    She narrowed her eyes at him. “ Wasn ’ t bad? ” she repeated, placing her hands on her hips. “ Brandon —”
     
    He groaned, closing his eyes and looking up towards the ceiling. She paused, closing the distance between them and placing her hand on his chest as she stood up on the tips of her toes. “ Brandon, ” she whispered into his ear, testing a theory.
     
    He groaned again, leaning down and taking her mouth again. This time, their kiss was sweeter and longer. His hand slid down her cheek and down her side, pausing at her hip to pull her tighter against him, but then it continued downward, clasping her hand in his fingers before he released her mouth. He stepped back then, bringing her hand up to his mouth and kissing the back of her hand.
     
    “ We shall continue this discussion later, Miss le Brush, ” he said. His eyes never left hers as he spoke and a shiver of delight washed through her. The way he looked at her made her wonder if there would be much discussion at all, or it was just going to be more kissing and touching. She didn ’ t know which she ’ d be more excited about, learning more about Brandon or kissing him. She wanted to do both.
     
    She only nodded at him, biting her lip to keep from launching herself at him once more. She needn ’ t have tried. He growled low in his throat, leaned forward and took her bottom lip in his mouth, suckling it for a moment before he released it. He turned away from her after giving her a last quick kiss. He grabbed a shirt from the back of a chair and pulled it on. She watched him grab his hat from beside the door and pull it on his head. He spared her one more glance before he walked outside, but then he was gone, the door swinging shut behind him.
     
    Courtney released her breath with a heavy sigh, sinking down into a chair before her legs collapsed under her. God, could that man kiss. She ran her fingers through her hair, wondering how she must look. She ’ d acted like a wonton woman, something she ’ d never done before. Goodness though, Brandon made her want to do things she ’ d never thought of doing before.
     
    “ Are you alright, Miss le Brush? ”
     
    She looked up at the sound of Paul ’ s voice and smiled, smoothing her skirt and pretending nothing was wrong. “ Everything ’ s fine, ” she assured him. “ Let ’ s bring everything in so I can get a meal started. Long journey like that, these men ’ ll be starving before too long. ”
     
    Paul have her a knowing grin and followed her out of the door. He chuckled as they carried in the packages from the wagon. “ I knew you two would get along, ” he told her.
     
    She laughed. “ I ’ m not too certain of that quite yet, ” she informed him, “ but there is definitely the possibility. ” She remembered the way he ’ d kissed her, the way he ’ d groaned, the way she ’ d moaned. She wanted all of that again. If she hadn ’ t been carrying anything, she knew she would have touched her mouth where he ’ d bitten her lip.
     
    Once everything was carried inside and put away in its proper place, Courtney took the time to