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of her hair and brought them down to veil her eyes.
    “You liked that?”
    If she said yes, would it be a sin?
    Her fringe swayed like seaweed shielding a cave deep beneath the ocean. Only outside this cave loomed a creature she’d never seen before–a man who both terrified and excited her.
    What to do? What to say?
    Mr. Meisner took two harsh breaths, released her hand and pushed away then stepped back. Was he suffering the same turmoil that raged through her?
    Though common sense returned, the strength had fled from her muscles. Her legs shook. She leaned against the crate and tried not to let her breasts heave as her lungs craved air that seemed in short supply. Her hand was behind her back, precisely where he’d held it. She had liked that, liked how he’d held her; liked everything he’d done. What was wrong with her?
    He’d asked a question.
    “No,” she said raggedly. “I didn’t like it.” I loved it. Please, please do it again, no matter how much I protest ... Of course, she couldn’t say that. Only loose women begged for such things.
    That eyebrow angled. “Then, I do beg your pardon, Miss Faith Evard.” He straightened his shirt cuffs.
    “We should return to your vehicle, Mr. Meisner.”
    She levered away from the crate and, to her relief, her legs held. Pretending to ignore his towering presence, she walked around Mr. Meisner toward the door. The hollow clack of her heels only emphasized how alone they were in here. The airplane–she’d forgotten to look at it properly. Tomorrow would do. She’d return with someone else by her side, because Mr. Meisner really wasn’t trustworthy, was he?
    She halted at the door, put her palm to the wood while her other hand brushed her fringe back as well as she could without a mirror–needing that moment to compose herself.
    Liar. Damnable liar . She had let him do that. She couldn’t trust herself.
    “Leonhardt,” he said.
    “What?” Frowning, she turned. At least, this time he’d kept some distance, a few feet, between them. Not enough. Her treacherous tongue curled out to touch her lip. Why did she do that? As if...as if she could taste him on the air. Her nostrils flared. She could smell him, though: tobacco and soap and sweat, but even in winter, Cairo would make anyone sweat.
    “Leonhardt. Call me that.”
    “I doubt that would be appropriate, Mr. Meisner.”
    His mouth curved in a small smile. “You lied before. Of course.” He took an unhurried stride forward, brought up his arms and braced them either side of her head.
    Hell .
    “If it weren’t for that adorable tongue of yours, I’d have let you go. Now, I’m going to see what you taste like.” He lowered his head.
    She strained away, the back of her skull smacking lightly into the timber.
    “Don’t move.” Those two words were like nails driving her into place. He covered her lips with his and she gave a muffled groan as his tongue slid into her mouth alongside hers.
    All resistance vaporized. She fought to stay aware and upright though her legs threatened to collapse and her logical brain had disintegrated into a swirl of lustful thoughts. Nothing mattered except the feel of him inside her. His lips pressed and slid, his teeth caught her flesh here, there...his breath merged with hers. This was a man who knew how to take.
    His body moved in, squeezing her between timber and man. If she needed to breathe, she must accept what he gave her. If he didn’t hold her there, she’d fall. The world shifted on its axis.
    Sweet Jesus, she loved it .
    This time, when he drew away, she kept her fingers hooked into the heavy fabric of his coat. Something hard and long pulsed against her stomach–his manhood. All of their own accord, her hips arched forward. Her panting came a little faster.
    “We’d best be leaving.” He stroked the side of her face with his knuckles.
    “Mmm.” Someone had put glue on her tongue and throat
    “Mmm? You kiss like an angel come down from heaven,