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    “I wouldn’t have felt any regret.” She fought to keep her voice steady as he dabbed at the corner of her mouth. The sight of her beautiful face marred like this sent a fresh wave of anger through him.
    “Me, neither,” he said.
    He should have trusted his instincts from the beginning. He should have never walked away from Mei Lin. Tenderly he ran his fingers through her hair. She closed her eyes to absorb his touch. The tension in his body transformed immediately to desire, but he fought it. This wasn’t the time—yet her fingers tangled into the front of his tunic, willing him closer.
    “You’re only frightened,” he protested.
    She shook her head. He knew what she was asking. It was torture to keep denying her when he’d wanted her since his first glimpse of her standing in the sunlight. When some bastard had nearly taken her from him.
    “Let me take you home.”
    “I thought I would die when I saw you walk away,” she whispered.
    “We can talk later.”
    “ Stop fighting me. ”
    There was trust and longing in her eyes. He wanted to wrap his arms around her and keep her safe forever. She had stopped trembling. He brushed his thumb over her jaw and her lips parted with a sigh. He kissed her, gently at first, then deeper with each moment. His hand slid down to the small of her back and she pressed feverishly against him.
    Mei Lin’s arms circled his neck as she explored his mouth. He grew hard in an instant. She didn’t want a protector, she wanted reassurance and comfort. She wanted him . In a moment of decision, he braced his knee against the rock and dragged her into his arms.
    Her hands stole beneath his tunic while he carried her to the riverbank and laid her down in a patch of wild grass. The touch of her hands over his bare skin drove him mad. She roamed over his chest and stroked lower over his stomach. He grew tight with anticipation, his cock heavy.
    “When I saw you, I knew,” he said.
    He ran his hands through her hair. She was looking up at him with her eyes lidded and sensual, her flawless skin framed by the tall grass around them. She was too beautiful for words. He kissed her because he had to. He needed to absorb her, take her and make her his.
    “I knew this was how it would be with us, but I denied myself. I didn’t want to dream.”
    “You talk too much,” she chided.
    Her clever fingers pulled the ties of his trousers loose and suddenly he was throbbing with her hands around him, so soft. He thrust mindlessly into her grasp, reaching toward heaven.
     
    Mei Lin’s heartbeat quickened. This was so reckless of her. Anyone could come and find them and at that moment, she didn’t care. Her world had narrowed until there was only the man above her, his face blocking out the sky. From all the stories the old wives told, she should be frightened. Her virtue was in peril. She would be scandalized. But Shen Leung didn’t frighten her.
    His flesh swelled against her palms, the skin fine and smooth like silk and hot to the touch. His eyes were closed and his expression bordered on pain, every muscle in his face taut. He had one hand fisted in the grass beside her ear and his breathing was labored.
    She had no experience in these things, but she had good instincts. She ran her hand over the thick length of him.
    “ Mei Lin .”
    He gasped out her name as his fingers tangled into her hair. His kiss was almost forceful. His warm tongue took her mouth and her breath became his breath. She grew dizzy. Before she knew what was happening he had opened her top to caress her breasts.
    Her fingers slipped listlessly from him as pleasure arched through her in waves. His touch was so knowing, so experienced. For a second, she wished that she could be wearing perfume and silk and be enchanting.
    She parted his tunic as well, following his lead. He was as beautiful and strong as she remembered. She ran her hands over solid muscle. The image of his