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lust so startling that she felt him shaking from it. “Everything about you pleases me,” he whispered against her lips. “I wonder…”
    Christy’s thoughts scattered. The feel of her husband’s arms around her and the heat of his aroused male body affected her strangely. She hadn’t expected to feel any kind of response for the hedonistic man that St.John Thornton had become. Her personal agenda was to get herself with child quickly, thus assuring Glenmoor of an heir.
    “What do you wonder?”
    “I wonder if you know how very much I want you.”
    She lowered her eyes. “We just met.”
    He pressed his open mouth to her cheek, her hair, her neck, her chin, and finally her lips. “Have you never heard of destiny?” he whispered against her lips. “The moment I looked at you I knew we were meant to be together.”
    Oh, he was good. Very good. Did he say that to all potential lovers? “I understand you’re married.”
    He shrugged. “So? You have a husband. Neither one of us is looking for permanency in a relationship. I have not seen my wife since the day we were wed. Ours is a marriage of convenience. What else do you wish to know? Do I love my wife? How can I love someone I haven’t seen in over fifteen years?”
    His callous words had a chilling effect. “How very cold-blooded you are, my lord.”
    He smiled. “Not really, just practical. The marriage works exceedingly well for both of us. As for being cold-blooded, I intend to prove tonight that my blood runs hot, not cold.”
    Christy stared at him. His features, defined in shadows and angles, were sharp with desire, almost feral, a predator who has singled out his prey and is ready to move in for the kill. Now she knew how a snared rabbit felt.
    His eyes were golden pinpoints of light as he pressed his open mouth against hers. The sudden bolt of sensation shocked her. She could feel his body heat mingling with hers, and it was not an unpleasant feeling. His mouth was warm and soft, his lips pliant. The musky scent of his arousal overwhelmed her, his taste a powerful aphrodisiac that sent her senses reeling. This wasn’t what she wanted from her husband.
    His kiss seemed to go on and on, stealing her breath and turning her legs to rubber. Her husband was said to be a master at seduction, but in her innocence she’d thought she could resist his seductive wiles. Obviously her experience with rakes left much to be desired. In fact, she knew nothing about men like Lord Sin, or what drove them to behave as they did. She considered herself lucky to have been spared his attention these past fifteen years.
    Beneath Sin’s expert tutelage, her lips softened and she felt herself opening to him, returning his kiss with an exuberance that defied explanation. When she grew dizzy from lack of breath, Sinjun abruptly released her lips and stared at her, a puzzled expression marring his brow.
    Christy dragged in a sustaining breath. “Is something wrong?”
    “You kiss like an innocent.”
    She flushed and looked away. “I’m sorry if I displease you.”
    “You do not displease me. I’m merely curious.” He led her to a padded bench, eased her down, and sat beside her. “Tell me about your marriage.”
    Christy lowered her gaze to her lap. She had never been a good liar and feared her eyes would give her away. “My husband and I live quietly in a remote corner of Cornwall.”
    She could feel his dark eyes boring into her. “Yet he let you come to town. Rather strange,” Sinjun mused. “You said he was elderly. Just how old is he?”
    Christy considered her answer carefully, reflecting on ages between fifty and eighty to assign to her fictitious husband. She finally settled on eighty, for surely a man of eighty was too old to maintain sexual relations or father a child.
    “He’s quite elderly,” Christy said. “He was eighty on his last birthday.”
    “Eighty!” The word exploded from Sinjun’s lips. “What kind of parents would force a young woman