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felt right. Heat flooded her and she gave in to his demand, sighing in surrender as she wrapped her arms around him and sank into a depth of passion she’d never known before. Wanting more, she pulled him closer.
    He slanted his head taking the kiss deeper, the fever higher. He threaded fingers through her hair, holding her still for him while his thumb feathered softly over her temple in a soothing caress.
    She nipped at his lower lip with her teeth. She wanted that hand, his hands, lower, tracing her curves, igniting a true fire between them. She pressed closer trying to show him, and a squeak sounded between them.
    “Oh my goodness.” In an instant everything came flooding back.
    The crash.
    The toddler.
    The man.
    No, no, no. She’d let a man touch her. Almost as bad, she’d been smooching with the Prince!
    “ Mon Dieu , I am sorry.” She pushed back and checked on Sammy, who’d been crushed between the two of them.
    A scowl drew his tiny eyebrows together and his mouth twitched a couple of times, but he didn’t waken. Somewhere during the night, he’d switched his weight to Julian. Without looking at the Prince, she lifted Sammy carefully and carried him into his crib. Before leaving the room she switched on the light and checked his pupils, sighed in relief when she found them even and reactive.
    Unable to delay further, she returned to the sitting room, where Julian stood by the mantel stoking the fire back to life.
    “Your Highness,” she began.
    “Stop.” He put down the poker and turned to face her, keeping his hands clasped behind him. “You have already apologized. Now it is my turn.”
    “No, please.” How mortifying. “I kissed you. It is my fault. I woke up in your arms—which it was very sweet of you to let Sammy sleep.” His dark brows lowered so she rushed on. “I thought you were my old boyfriend. Oh God. You smelled wrong, but you felt good—”
    “You are babbling, mademoiselle— ” His sigh reeked of exasperation. “What is your full name?”
    “Katrina Lynn Carrere Vicente.” She cringed as soon as the words left her mouth.
    “Carrere?” Of course the name caught his attention. “You’re a relative of Jean Claude?” His tone turned grim. “Please tell me you are not related to the Prince.”
    “Distantly,” she confessed, “through my mother.” She didn’t mention her father was a close personal friend. No need to make matters worse than they were.
    His head dropped forward causing thick strands of hair to fall over his wide brow. He muttered what sounded like, “It just keeps getting better and better.”
    Her sentiments exactly.
    But the show of emotion lasted only a moment. He quickly drew himself up and straightened his shoulders.
    “Mademoiselle Vicente you have my deepest apologies. I should never have touched you.”
    “Your Highness.”
    He shook his head. “I’ll express my regrets to the Prince in the morning.”
    “No.” Her eyes went wide in shock. She felt sick to her stomach. The last thing she wanted was for the royal family to know she’d forced herself on a guest. She couldn’t handle another disgrace. She stepped forward in entreaty. “Promise me you will not.”
    “I must.” His posture was rigid. “I have offended a member of his family.”
    “No offense. None.” She assured him. “You were the perfect gentleman.”
    His eyes narrowed in censure. “I had my tongue down your throat. Hardly the actions of a gentleman.”
    “But you kept your hands above my waist. I wanted them on me—” She broke off as his eyes darkened and narrowed even more. What was she saying? So not the place to go.
    “I promise I am not offended. It has been a tough couple of days for everyone, and we found a moment of comfort in each other. That is all that happened.”
    “Is that how you see it?” His shoulders relaxed slightly.
    It was all she would allow herself to believe.
    “Yes. You held Sammy and I while we slept, something we both needed