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been married.”
    William narrowed his eyes and cocked his head to one side studying her.
    “I don’t believe you,” he said eventually. “I’m quite experienced where women are concerned and I know a virgin when I come across one.”
    “Of all the insolent, arrogant things to say,” she hissed. “I don’t care what you believe, Mr. Cartwright . I don’t have to explain anything to you.”
    “You’re correct. You owe me no explanations. I’m just glad that things didn’t go any further. I can’t believe that I’ve already broken the rules that I laid out so carefully this morning. I’m sorry. Please forgive me. It won’t happen again,” he promised.
    He stooped to collect his shirt and hat and with a quick bow in her direction, he turned abruptly and stalked toward the house.
    Lillian breathed out a sigh of frustration. She’d forgotten how good he could make her feel. She’d never felt as alive as she had just now in his arms. Her skin still tingled deliciously from their connection, as though her every nerve ending was a charged wire.
    She bent to pick up her dressing gown and slipped it on, pulling it tightly around her body as she walked slowly to the house. She hated the sense of remorse and sadness that swept over her. A cold, heavy feeling settled in her chest at the thought that she would never again feel the delicious pleasure that he had elicited so easily with his touch.

Chapter Five
     
     
     
    William strode into his study and poured himself a hefty slug of whiskey from a decanter on a sideboard. He swallowed the liquor in one gulp before pouring himself a second, less generous serving. He shoved a hand through his hair in anger and sank into a wingback chair. He couldn’t believe what he’d done with Lillian. What had possessed him? He supposed it was the fact that she’d been watching him with obvious desire that had spurred him to his impulsive and careless behavior.
    He groaned aloud with pent-up longing and frustration. Fuck . Never had a woman felt so good in his arms. Those lush curves and her silky skin had made him heady with lust.
    Thinking about her breasts, so heavy with desire, and her tight little nipples made his cock throb with insatiable need. To make matters worse, her scent was all over him, the proof of her pleasure and lust enveloping him in a sweet, aromatic cloud that was doing nothing to abate his relentless hard-on.
    “Christ,” he muttered in agony. Staring into the crackling fire, he took another swallow of whiskey.
    The feel of Lillian’s hot, tight little notch clenching around his fingers had nearly unmanned him. Never had he wanted a woman as he’d wanted her at that moment. He thought about her assertion that she’d been married and was sure that his initial impression had been correct and that she was, in fact, untouched. But if that was the case, why the hell had her marriage been unconsummated? No man he could imagine would be resistant to her charms and beauty, particularly not if they belonged to him.
    He was unprepared for the fierce anger that swept through him at the possibility that she might not be a virgin. His body shook with the sheer vehemence of his emotions as he thought about another man touching her. No, he would not contemplate the image of her being intimate with another. Of course, for years he’d assumed she was married and had tormented himself with thoughts about her in the arms of her husband, but after what had just transpired between them, he wasn’t so sure about anything.
    Her body’s natural response to him had been amazing. She’d been open and uninhibited and she’d been so wet with desire that he’d wanted to sink to his knees and lose himself in her scent and her taste. His mouth watered as he envisaged spreading her sweet folds and thrusting his tongue deep inside her. A fierce shudder rocked through him, his cock straining against his pants at the image. Fuck . He had to think of something else before he blew