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wasn’t completely honest. If not about everything, about most of what she’d said.
    His intuition, unlike the women he’d known, never lied.
    â€œYou don’t want me.” Resentment beaded her low voice. “You just said…”
    A pulse fluttered under the delicate skin of her bare throat. He told himself he should take pity on her. Except she didn’t cringe away, and her face held stubbornness as well as fear.
    He didn’t know what she wanted of him. Not what she asked, although he recognized the signs that she found him attractive. She’d needed courage to come here, and she needed courage to continue staring into his eyes.
    He’d always admired courage. Unwilling interest wove its way through anger and doubt. “Perhaps I’d like a taste of what’s on offer before I decide whether I want more.”
    Her white throat moved as she swallowed. “You play with me.”
    His response was curt. “You come here unbidden and insult me. I deserve some fleeting entertainment as recompense.”
    â€œIn…insult you? I meant no…”
    He leaned closer and bent his head to the crook of her neck and shoulder. With every second, the urge to taste herburgeoned, but he reined it in. Instead, he drew in a lungful of her sweet fragrance.
    â€œThat only added to the insult,” he murmured. “You appear from nowhere, proposition me as if I were a whore, then you’re surprised I’m less than overwhelmed at your generosity.”
    He heard the ragged saw of her breath, but she didn’t pull away. He was astonished he had to struggle to resist kissing the smooth flesh so close to his lips.
    â€œI can’t be the first woman who’s wanted to…sleep with you.” Her voice strengthened. “You’ve invited plenty of women into your bed. What’s sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander.”
    He laughed softly and watched her tremble as his breath brushed her skin. “This gander likes to do his own chasing, Madam Goose.”
    â€œSo…” She paused, and he knew she scrambled after her scattered courage. “Are you chasing?”
    He lifted his head and studied her. Except for two hectic flags of color high on her cheekbones, she was pale. Her pupils dilated, the black threatening to swallow the gray. A pink tongue flickered out to moisten her lips.
    Hunger slammed through Ashcroft.
    Before this he’d toyed with her. In that second, the game became serious.
    He wanted her.
    By God, he could take her. She’d offered herself. He only needed to hike up her skirts, part her thighs, and ease the aching hardness of his cock in her wet heat.
    The idea filled his head with fire.
    The onset of such powerful desire made him pause. His instincts still shrieked danger.
    Very slowly, he edged away, although his hand remained splayed next to her head on the door. Each inch he removed himself felt like an excruciating mile. That in itself was admonition to banish this puzzling visitor.
    â€œLord Ashcroft?”
    Her low voice played along his veins like music. In spite of his best efforts, he couldn’t help but imagine that voice whispering salacious wishes in the privacy of his bed.
    As she spoke, her lips parted. All he saw was that lush, glistening mouth. The hint of darkness within. While the rest of her features could be carved for a cathedral sanctuary, her mouth was pure sin. He already knew she’d be delicious.
    Against every dictate of self-preservation, he leaned down. One taste. One taste only…
    He loomed close enough for her breath to warm his face. The sweetness made him close his eyes in sensuous appreciation. When he opened his eyes, her lids drooped, and her body curved toward him in unmistakable surrender.
    Kiss her, his physical self insisted.
    Don’t kiss her, his brain frantically demanded over the rising clamor of his senses.
    He stood motionless, caught between the two