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encouraging her neck back, and the next kiss was less sweet, with a coaxing hunger as his mouth covered hers, his hand on the smooth arch of her throat. She was very still, an instinct of danger rushing through her bloodstream, an awareness of how potent the blend of darkness, the man, the moment and the weakness inside her was. His lips lifted, brushed hers again more lightly. “You’re no virgin, Loren,” he said hoarsely. “Give me your mouth. You know what I want, give it to me.”
    Though gently spoken, the order startled her. In her world, she was the one who gave gently spoken orders. While she was figuring out what it felt like to have her own game turned against her, his mouth fastened on hers, arching her neck back, his tongue searing inside her parted lips. The dizziness was so unexpected that she reached up to grasp his head, his hair vibrantly alive in her splayed hands, the texture so rich it curled around her fingers. One of his hands roamed from her thigh to the soft roundness of her hip, molding her closer to him.
    She didn’t shy away until he moved up, caressing her ribcage. One of her slim hands tried to cover his then, tried to push him away. She was sensitive about her small breasts and always had been. And there was another reason she shied instinctively…
    His hand didn’t seem to understand denial. It soothed and gentled and coaxed and teased all the surrounding flesh, and finally closed in on what it wanted at the same time that a helpless little murmur escaped from her throat. Her breast, so tender and vulnerable, seemed to swell in an effort to fit his huge hand. Like lightning, she felt suddenly let loose, the pressure of her mouth matching his as her fingers tightened in his hair, a tension she knew he could feel in her thighs.
    He knew. He was not the kind of man to worry about silver when he’d found gold. He coveted that response, kneading her soft breast until she was trembling, until her back arched for the touch of him and there seemed nothing but sweet wildness in her veins. He was too smart, her stranger. If he’d go back to caressing her thigh, she could go back to feeling like warm melted butter. As it was, she felt on fire, and he was deliberately fanning those flames, obviously taking pleasure from her pleasure…
    There was moisture on his forehead when he stood up and slowly lowered her to her feet. When she was steady, he severed all contact abruptly, breathing heavily as he left the room.
    Loren stood still in the darkness. She felt like hot honey inside, and the sensation left her bemused and a little ashamed. Buck was back in a moment, holding two coats, and they put them on in silence.
    It was freezing outside, black-cat dark, moonless. Tree limbs stretched stark and naked to the sky, the ground was still layered with snow except for the drive itself. She expected…she didn’t know what. Some comment from him, something awkward.
    It just wasn’t that way. They walked in the silence, pulse rates forced to normal, breathing deeply of the frigid air. Even before she was cold, he had enfolded her just beneath his shoulder, snuggling her warm and close, but there was no longer any danger in his closeness.
    “You’re so damned small,” he complained.
    She smiled up at him. It was all going to feel very wrong at some point, but it didn’t just yet. His arms felt like a gift.
    “It won’t always be this way, you know,” he said finally. “Your grandfather, apart from his obvious problem, he isn’t well, is he?”
    “No,” she admitted.
    “And your sister will grow up. I look at her and thank God I’m not eighteen anymore. We offer up our weaknesses on a platter at that age; life’s way of ensuring we learn from experience, perhaps. You can’t test the waters for her, Loren, not the waters she needs to test.” He kissed her softly on the forehead and then stopped, burrowing her coat collar up around her neck before his arm circled her again.
    “I hate