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determined to ruin
yourself, aren’t you?”
    Miranda did scoff now, her
bravado finally returning. “You’re the one who drove off the path
as though the devil was chasing us. Half the ton must have seen you abscond with
me.”
    “ Well, then we should really
give them something to talk about, shouldn’t we?” Lord Harrison
cupped her face with both of his hands and then pressed his firm
lips to hers.
    Stunned, Miranda couldn’t move, which
didn’t seem at all to matter to him. His fingers caressed her
cheeks and he groaned slightly against her lips. She placed her
hand on his chest, intending to push him away, but he smelled of
sandalwood and tea as she breathed him in, and she couldn’t keep
her eyes from fluttering shut and her hand from clutching his
jacket.
    And then he pulled away from
her.
    Miranda opened her eyes to find Lord
Harrison’s heated green gaze settled on her lips once more. “What
are you doing?” she asked breathlessly, wishing she sounded more
together than she felt.
    “ Removing thoughts of any
other men,” he said, his gravelly voice rumbling over
her.
    Then he leaned forward and kissed her
once again. But this time, his tongue touched Miranda’s lower lip,
and she nearly shot off the bench. Dear heavens! An unfamiliar ache
settled deep in her belly, and shivers raced across her
skin.
    “ Open for me,” he whispered
across her lips.
    Open? Miranda was about to ask what he
meant by that, but when she did, his tongue swept into her mouth.
The unfamiliar ache only deepened within her, and Miranda couldn’t
think, she could barely breathe. All she seemed able to do was
clutch his jacket in her hands once more and hold on.
    His sensual assault only intensified.
He sucked her lower lip; he touched his tongue to hers; he pulled
her closer and closer to him, until she was nearly on his lap. His
lips trailed to her jaw and then down the side of her neck,
eliciting tingles and heat everywhere he touched her.
    Miranda’s nipples peaked against her
soft chemise and she wished he would touch her there, but his
muscled arms wrapped more tightly around her until her breasts were
flush against the hard wall of his chest. She trailed her hands up
his arms, finally settling them on the broad expanse of his
shoulders.
    “ If you want to be ruined,
Miranda,” he rasped in her ear before nibbling on her neck, “you
need only ask.”
    As though he’d doused her with icy
water, Miranda’s flame was instantly snuffed out. He was still
outwitting her, trying to teach her whatever lesson he thought she
needed to learn about rakes and dangerous men. And his lesson had
been apt. She pushed with all her strength against his chest until
he released her.
    “ Take me home,” she ordered
in her most haughty voice as she held back the tears that
threatened to spill down her cheeks. But she wouldn’t give Harrison
Casemore the satisfaction of seeing her cry.

    Even the murderous glare she cast him
and no effect on Harry’s ardor. He’d give nearly everything he
owned to pull her back into his arms caress every inch of her. But
this was hardly the time or the place. Besides, there was that
murderous glare of hers. She probably wouldn’t be amendable to
allowing him any more liberties.
    On second thought, he probably
shouldn’t have said that last bit, but the thought that she wanted
Woodsworth drove him a little mad. Whatever she saw in the
profligate was not in her best interests, even if she didn’t
realize that. Woodsworth was capable of ruining her without
thought, without warning, if she got close enough to him. And Harry
didn’t doubt, with her proclivity for ending up in places she
shouldn’t be, that she’d find herself in the marquess’s presence
sooner rather than later. He’d never met a more determined girl.
But now, maybe, she’d think twice about getting herself in an
unfortunate position with Woodsworth.
    “ I said,” she bit out, “take
me home.”
    Harry unhooked the driving reins