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graze his cheek with her lips. He saw his
opportunity and took it. He snatched her arms and pressed a fierce kiss to her mouth.
She struggled at first—the briefest hint of surprise making her tug against his
hold—but she softened rapidly, as he knew she would.
    A small
sigh escaped her mouth, and he answered with a groan. It really had been too
long since he’d tasted her. Dante pushed his fingers into her hair and began to
unpick the pins while easing the pressure of his mouth upon hers so he could
slip his tongue between her lips.
    Her own
tongue met his greedily. She had missed him as much it seemed.
    Once he
had her hair loose enough, he cupped the back of her head and tilted her just
so. Her body met his perfectly, and he used his other hand to come down and
grab a breast.
    She
stiffened. Her mouth stopped moving beneath his. A sound most unexpected
reached his ears.
    No.
    A
muffled no. He released her and stared at her, his breaths raw and ragged.
    “No,”
she said again, turning away from him.
    “Jo-Jo...”
He reached for her, but she waved him away with a hand, leaving him staring at
her shoulders as they rose and fell as heavily as his.
    “Go.”
    He
didn’t understand. She had wanted him. She’d enjoyed that kiss. Why would she
deny him? He truly was lost to the tempest.
    Turning
away, he strode out of the room and retrieved his hat. He paused in the hallway
and waited for her to dash after him, but she never came. He rammed his hat on
and gave himself a reassuring grin in the hallway mirror. That had not gone as
planned, that much was true, but she had wanted his kiss. She still felt the
fire that danced between them, and she could not deny it forever.
    His
smile wavered so he forced it. She would not. Dante would make sure of that.

Chapter
Four
    Hiding a yawn behind a fan, Josephine
forced herself to listen to the man at the front of the assembly rooms. It
wasn’t that the topic was boring—well not particularly—but he had the most
awful droning voice. She suspected he could talk of something truly
scandalous—like the sexual appetites of women—and still be dull.
    Of
course, a man would never speak of such matters, but Josephine was all too
aware of sexual desire and the effect it had upon a woman.
    It had
been almost one week since she’d last seen Dante. Nearly two since he’d bedded
her. Going from four years of constant company to nothing had left her tense
and exhausted. She couldn’t sleep and struggled to find her appetite.
    But it
wasn’t simply her lack of male company making her a little addled. It was the
lack of Dante .
    Her
heart throbbed whenever she said his name in her mind. Why could she not stop
loving him? She drew in a breath and released it. She knew why. Because she was
not that fickle and in spite of his flaws, she’d always loved him. Those flaws
had not been a problem for a long time. For the most part, she managed to
ignore them. However, when it had come to the point where his treatment of her
affected her everyday life, even to the point of potentially ruining any chance
of becoming known for her painting, she could not allow it to continue.
    Dante
was Dante, and he’d never change.
    She
offered Diana a smile. Her friend seemed enraptured with the discussion on
fashion and the demonstration of the new bustle that was sure to entirely
change their lives. The only reason she had agreed to attend this talk was for
some distraction. Unfortunately, Dante seemed to follow her everywhere.
    Sometimes
when she heard a particularly low laugh, she’d spin, thinking it was him. Or if
she walked past somewhere they used to frequent, she couldn’t seem to prevent
herself from darting her gaze here and there in the hopes of spotting him.
    Gosh,
even now...
    “Oh,
look who is here.”
    Dante .
    If
Diana had seen him, then perhaps she wasn’t mad after all.
    She
flicked a glance to where he rested against a marbled pillar just behind the
chairs upon which they were seated.