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    “I could never hate you.” He swallowed. “How could you imagine such a thing? You are like a sis—”
    “I am not your sister! I never was, and I don’t want to be. Rhys, I lo—”
    “Gods in Annwyn, Breena!” He jerked to his feet. “Do not say it. Please.”
    She stared up at him. “Why not? It is the truth.”
    “What you want from me can never be the truth between us.”
    Slowly, she pushed to her feet, regarding him with sober eyes. “Rhys. You are shaking.”
    He was. He turned and paced a few steps away. His hand went to the back of his neck. He needed some space.
    But her voice followed. “I understand now why you rejected me that day at my father’s house. I know why you flung all those hurtful words at me. I was too youngfor what I was asking of you. But, Rhys, that was four years ago. I’m no longer that girl. I’m a woman now.”
    He clenched his teeth. Gods. Aye, she was a woman. A lush, tempting…
    Her words battered him. “There’s no longer any need to push me away. Don’t you see? I love you, Rhys. I always have, and I always will. And I think you l—”
    Something snapped inside him. He spun around, and stalked toward her. “Breena, stop. Before you say something you’ll regret.”
    “No! I won’t. I’ll say what’s in my heart. I lov—mmph!”
    He’d covered her mouth with his palm. His other hand gripped her shoulder. “Don’t,” he pleaded. “ Don’t. ”
    Her eyes were huge. In the moonlight they looked gray rather than the clear blue he knew them to be. And in them…a spark of dangerous, feminine knowledge.
    Her lips parted. Her breath bathed his palm. Before he could react, before he could even think, she tasted his skin with the tip of her hot, wet tongue.
    The tiny point of moisture caused his brain to seize. His cock, already more than half hard, flashed into full arousal. And still, he might have resisted. Might have pulled back completely, and retained some shred of his honor.
    If she hadn’t pressed her open palm on his stomach. And slid it downward, slowly.
    He grabbed her wrist and yanked it away. The sudden movement caused her to pitch forward. Her body fell against his, her soft round breasts squashed against his chest. He opened his mouth to scold her.
    She went up on her tiptoes and kissed the words from his mouth.
    Her lips were sweet honey and spice. He could notsummon the strength to resist claiming a small taste. He licked them, parted them, drank in her innocence like water from a pure stream. She opened beneath him like a spring blossom. Her artless response fired his blood; the kiss turned hot, and hard. He pulled her close, one hand anchored at her nape, the other slipping down to cup her bottom.
    Mindlessly, he ground himself against her, thrusting his tongue into her mouth in a savage parody of what he wanted to do to her body. She should have protested. Should have pushed him away, slapped him, screamed for help…anything to stop this madness. Instead, she ignited like living flame in his arms. She returned his kiss, in full measure. She clung to his neck, and purred deep in her throat. Like a cat, she rubbed her body against him.
    He was an instant away from throwing her down and taking her right there, in the mud. Gods. Nay. He couldn’t. Panic closed his throat. His next breath caught no air at all.
    He grabbed her wrists and wrenched them from his neck. She gasped, but did not protest. He meant to release her, push her away, but some dark demon inside him would not allow it. Instead, he forced her wrists to the small of her back, and anchored them in one hand.
    Her head fell back, and a low moan escaped her lips. The lust that surged through him then was stunning in both darkness and strength. His hand, trembling, covered the lush globe of her breast. The peak hardened against his palm.
    “Gods, Rhys,” she gasped. “Yes…”
    He dropped his head to the crook of her neck, his chest heaving, his body and brain battling like