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saw the swift gleam of satisfaction in them. "How could I?" she asked softly.
    "I'm the minister's daughter."
    He felt an urge to swat her behind. Instead, he pressed a hard kiss on her lips. "That's exactly why, you little minx. It's enough to drive any normal man crazy."
    "I've never wanted to drive a man crazy before."
    The implication in her quiet words acted like a tonic on him. He wrapped his arms around her, dragging her off the ground. This time her lips answered his silent pleas and parted under his kisses, letting him taste the ful ness of her mouth, her tongue meeting his again and again.
    His breath ragged, he slowly lowered her to the ground and knelt beside her, his hands stil on her arms. Her mouth was bruised from his kisses and he bent down, gently kissing each swol en lip. "Marian, I'm sorry. I should never have done that."
    "Why not?"
    "Because you're so young." He dropped his hands and rocked back on his heels, hands lightly clasped behind his back so he wouldn't be tempted to touch her. He wished now that he hadn't been with al those other women, that he could offer her a body as innocent as her own. "I won't be staying, after al . I can't control myself around you."
    "Why should you?" she asked in a whisper.
    He turned away, jamming his hands in his pockets. "Marian, I'm somebody new and different. I've brought a little variety into your life and when I leave, you'l forget al about me."
    She grabbed his sleeve, her touch forceful. "Frank."
    He turned again, surprised at the passion in her voice. "Yes, you are different. But I've never kissed a man like I just kissed you, Frank Robertson, or felt any desire to do so. Do you have any idea what the last three days have been like? I didn't know if you'd return. And I wasn't sure what I'd do if you didn't."
    She tossed her head, the curls that had been loosened by their kisses fluttering around her face. "I don't want to live without you, Frank. I love you."
    He grabbed her wrists. "You can't love me, Marian. You don't know me."

    "I know enough." Her lips curved upward and she leaned toward him. "Kiss me, Frank, kiss me and tel me you don't feel something, too."
    "That isn't love."
    "Kiss me."
    Her insistent command pushed him to the brink. He took her by the shoulders, dragged her against him, his blood pounding as his chest col ided with her soft breasts. She murmured against his lips and the action sent him into a frenzy of longing. They sank to the ground, his hands searching for the buttons on her dress, only half-aware of her hands tugging his shirt out of his waistband.
    Her skin felt cool. She stiffened when his fingers slid over her breast and he hesitated until she arched against his hand. Her fingernails began a delicate dance under his shirt, trailing patterns over the bare skin of his back until he could hardly breathe.
    "Marian..."
    She pressed her fingers over his lips. "Don't say anything, Frank. Just love me, please."
    Her hand found its way to his thigh, moving slowly upward.
    She hesitated at the front of his trousers. He caught his breath, waiting. Her fingers were light, sending tremors through his entire body. His body threatened to explode under her caresses and he forced himself to slow down, to savor each glorious moment.
    He touched one peaked nipple with his fingers and heard her answering moan. When she shifted, he slid his hand under her skirt, edging the sturdy material up until he felt the soft skin of her thigh above her stockings.
    She ducked her head against his shoulder and he nuzzled her with his chin until she lifted her head and he could reach her lips again.
    His fingers skimmed her leg, the skin heating beneath his hand. "Oh, Frank," she breathed in wonder.
    No woman had blossomed under his hands like she did. The others had been eager for him, wil ing to open their bodies to relieve a temporary boredom, to find a new experience. But Marian had never been with a man before; he knew that as surely as he knew he was