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he felt as if he’d been bewitched by her, as if a spell had been put on him so that he could think of nothing but her. He’d spent hours today in dress shops, feeling damnedly out of place but wanting to make her happy.
    He sat down by her on the bed. “You like them? I didn’t know what kind of dresses or colors you liked, but the woman said these were the latest fashion.”
    As she turned her smile toward him, he felt a flash of possessiveness tear through him such as he’d felt only for his land in Virginia. Before he could think of what he was doing, he leaned across the clothes and dragged her to him. Giving her no time to protest, he kissed her hungrily, trying to make up for every moment he’d thought of her during the day.
    â€œMy clothes,” Regan gasped. “You’ll crush them.”
    With one movement, Travis swept all the clothes up and tossed them toward the chair. “All day I’ve thought about you,” he whispered. “What have you done to me?”
    She tried to sound uncaring, in spite of the fact that Travis’s nearness caused her heart to race. “Nothing I want to do to you. Please release me.”
    â€œDo you really want me to?” he asked throatily, running his lips along her throat.
    Why, she thought, does this disgusting, vile man do these horrible things to me? But even as she was thinking this, she didn’t push him away—so badly did she want to be held in his arms, so much did she like the way he kissed her, the way his breath smelled, and how his hair caressed her face. The bigness of him made her feel small and safe, taken care of, protected.
    Her thoughts were interrupted as Travis’s lips found her bare breasts. No more thoughts were possible as she groaned and ran her hands across his shoulders.
    Slowly, Travis left her, and when she opened her eyes in bewilderment she saw him standing over her, removing his jacket. Unable to take her eyes off him, she watched as he leisurely removed his clothes.
    The light of the setting sun came through the window and filled the room with a red-gold glow, transforming the ordinary room into a place of magic and jewels. Speechless, Regan could not take her eyes off the sight of Travis’s body as bit by large bit was exposed. She’d never seen a naked man before, and her curiosity was acute.
    Nothing could have prepared her for the sight of a nude Travis. His body was heavily muscled from years of work his arms sculpted, his chest like an ancient Roman breast plate that she’d seen once in a book. Yet his waist was slim the stomach etched with rivulets of muscle. When his pants were removed, massive thighs were revealed, each muscle outstanding, separate.
    â€œOh my,” she gasped, her voice betraying her awe. Only when her eyes reached his manhood did she blink.
    Travis laughed at her and stretched out beside her. “For all your protesting, I wager you’ll be a lusty wench when you’ve been taught properly.”
    â€œNo, don’t,” she said in one last feeble attempt to push him away, but Travis paid no attention to her. Deftly, he removed the last bit of her clothes and began to stroke her stomach, kneading it lightly, his fingertips playing with the sensitive area, his palm exciting her skin. All the while he kissed her, using his teeth on the curve of her ear, his tongue just grazing the warm, pulsing spot beneath her earlobe.
    She ran her hands over his shoulders and down his arms, her fingers tracing each long indentation where one muscle joined another. His hard body was so different from her soft one, so strong to her weakness. Moving under him, she slipped her arms down to caress his ribs, to feel the muscles in his back as they rippled under his hot, dark skin, and then to touch the sides of his tight buttocks. Wonder was mixed with the pleasure she found in touching him, and with each fondle her heart seemed to beat harder, her breath