Almost like they both worried this might be their last kiss. But it couldn’t be. He wouldn’t let it. Her mouth was too sweet. Too perfectly fit his own. This was his woman. Damn, he couldn’t be thinking like that unless… “Tell me to stop,” he said, his voice gruff. “Stop,” she said breathlessly, but pressed her mouth harder against his. Mixed signals. How, he wanted to continue kissing her. To toss her onto the bed and ravish her, but that wasn’t the right thing to do, and though he was normally a rogue with the ladies, for Julianna he wanted to be different. Already, he’d taken what she offered. “Tell me ye dinna want me,” he said, sliding his lips to her chin and then her earlobe. “Tell me this is wrong.” “’Tis wrong. So wrong,” she murmured. “But I canna lie. I do want ye, Ronan.” He growled under his breath, lifted her into the air and carried her to the bed where he laid her out gently on the soft wool coverlet.
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