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“No.” Shaking her head, she came into the room. “It smells delicious.”

“Roast beef, duck, and curried lobster. Antoine must have thought we would be gone for a week.”

“Are we spending the night?”

“Yes.”

“Good.” Her look made his knees weak, and his body heated up. His eyes latched onto her parted lips, coated with some sort of peach-colored lip gloss, and he felt desire churning inside him like wildfire.

“If you continue to look at me like that, the meal will be forgotten.” He warned hoarsely.

“I don’t mind.” The courageous beauty told him bluntly.

“I do. Food first and then a walk. In that order. We have all night.” He told her gruffly.

“I like that.” She whispered. “I love you, Harvey Blackwood.”

He went still, his silver eyes taking on a glitter that shone in the light from overhead. Moving from his place at the head of the table, he came around and hauled her against him.

“I warned you.” He told her raggedly.

“You did.” Her arms came around his neck, and she marveled that she had to go on her toes to meet his lips. “I want to feel you against me. I have wanted that since you came to pick me up. I wanted to feel your lips on mine so much that I could barely stand it.”

With a tortured groan, he seized her lips, his tongue diving into her mouth, his arms like steel bands around her waist as he gave into the desire that had been driving through his body since he picked her up.

*****

“We could turn back.” He suggested. Her small, gloved hand was nestled in his as they leisurely walked along the uneven path.

“Oh please, not yet.” She begged. “It’s not that cold.”

“I saw you shivering a minute ago.” He pointed out indulgently. “And you are wearing several layers.”

“I am fine. It just took me by surprise. We need to walk off that enormous amount of food anyway.”

“I can think of other ways to work it off,” he said, drawing her closer. “It involves both of us getting naked.”

“Soon.” She promised huskily. “It’s such a lovely night, and the moon is full, bathing everything in silver.’ She turned to look at him, her face wreathed in smiles. “It reminds me of your eyes.”

“What?”

“Your eyes. They are silver and look more like gray whenever you are angry or upset. When you make love to me, it’s more like the silver of the moon and quite lovely.”

His hand tightened on hers, and he could not move, not just then. She floored him. Every time he thought he knew her, he realized he did not. No woman had ever told him that before, had ever been so frank, and that was what she was being. She wasn’t trying to flatter him but stating a fact.

“Kendra.” His voice was rough and tender at the same time. “Kendra!” Turning her into his arms, he took her lips with tender violence that blotted everything else out. The cold wind whistled through the trees surrounding them, and the sound of birds chirping sounded somewhere nearby, but they did not notice.

The moon she had likened to his eyes slid behind a gray cloud, blotting out the light and shrouding everything in complete darkness, but the couple clinging to each other took no notice of the changes.

His lips moved over hers with a hunger that transmitted to her and had her clinging to him, her hands roving over his broad shoulders and back. This was the man she was utterly in love with, and no matter what, that was how it would be.

Finally lifting his head, he stared at her with glittering eyes, his heart thundering inside his chest.

“I am afraid the walk I now over.”

“I understand.” She said shakily, lifting one hand to touch the growth of hairs on his strong and determined jaw. “I need you.”

With a tortured groan, he swung her into his arms.

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