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stayed in the shadows peering over the railing to investigate the noise.
    Her breath caught in appreciation as she spied William. Naked from the waist up, he stood by the yard water pump. She had thought he looked good with his shirt on, but nothing could have prepared her for the sight of his bare torso. She studied his physique with fascination, enjoying the way his hard, spectacular chest muscles rippled in the moonlight as he bent to scoop water over his head. His dusty bush hat and equally dusty work shirt lay next to his booted feet, indicating that he’d just come in from working the paddocks. Water drops clung to the fine sprinkling of dark chest hair that followed the lean trail of his washboard stomach. Her gaze lingered over the defined V of his abdomen then dropped lower, following the V as it disappeared beneath the waistband of his trousers. His overly long, wavy hair glistened wetly in the moonlight and dripped water over his back and shoulders.
    She knew she shouldn’t be watching him. It wasn’t proper, but she couldn’t tear her eyes away from his muscular form. She wondered what it would feel like to have that hard body pressed against hers, to have his strong arms enveloping her and offering her comfort and protection. A warm glow flared low in her belly and a clenching beat started between her thighs.
    She drew her breath in sharply and in doing so, drew William’s attention to her.
    He spun around quickly, narrowing his eyes as his gaze alighted on her shadowed form.
    “What are you doing hiding there in the dark, Miss Hamilton? Come out where I can see you.”
    Lillian took a tentative step forward, then another, until she was no longer shrouded in darkness. As she drew closer to William, she saw his mouth curve in amusement.
    “Enjoying the show?” he asked, his tone low and mocking.
    Lillian’s cheeks burned with embarrassment. She was mortified that she’d been caught spying on him and was unable to invent a reasonable explanation.
    “I’m sorry. I’ll let you have some privacy.”
    She turned to go, but he stepped toward her and grasped her wrist.
    “Not so fast, Lilly.”
    She jumped at the unfamiliar use of his pet name for her and swung around to face him. He was so close that his body heat permeated the soft fabric of her nightgown and sent warmth radiating through her limbs. He tugged her closer, pressing her breasts against his damp chest, then slipped her dressing gown from her shoulders and tossed it aside.
    Her breath caught at the feel of his damp skin through the filmy fabric of her nightdress.
    “Do you like what you see?” he whispered in her ear. His warm breath sent shivers through her, hardening her nipples to taut points.
    “I think you do,” he continued. “I feel your arousal.”
    Lillian struggled against his hold, appalled at her body’s embarrassing reaction to him.
    “Turn around,” he rumbled in her ear, spinning her so that his front was snug against her back. He splayed one large hand over her throat and tilted her head back, resting it on his shoulder. Her heart beat a frantic tattoo against her ribcage and a tightness coiled heavily in her loins. She knew that her reaction to William was wrong, but she couldn’t help her primal response to him. Only in her dreams had she ever imagined their two bodies being so close again.
    Keeping his left hand at her throat, he ran his right down her shoulder and arm until he reached her breast. “Let me touch you.”
    She shivered at his illicit caress and a soft moan escaped her. When she made no move to pull away, he cupped her right breast and ran his thumb over her erect nipple then rolled it between thumb and forefinger. She gasped and wriggled against him.
    “Shh, my sweet,” he murmured at her ear, eliciting another shiver from her traitorous body.
    He palmed her right breast before moving to her left, running his palm across that nipple softly, testing its stretch. “So responsive. So ripe.” His