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probably considered the catch of the castle.”
    He couldn’t hold back a chuckle.  “I think more people consider me the rogue of the palace.”  He rested his hand along the side of her face, stroking his thumb over her soft cheek.  “You are tired, maybe even a little overwhelmed by the day’s events.”
    “I guess I am.”  Her eyes shimmered in the lighting.  She blinked several times.  For a few seconds she stared as if she couldn’t focus.  Absently, she played with the handkerchief in her hand.
    “Shall I show you to your room?”
    “Wait.  Don’t move yet.”  She ran her delicate fingers over his shirt, smoothing the fabric against his chest in a circular motion.  The gentle caressing shot a currant of electricity straight though him.  What was she trying to do? Her advances were so unexpected, so out of character that he didn’t react at first. 
    She leaned in closer, seemingly fascinated with his chest.  He drank in the unique floral scent of her.  He wasn’t sure what had caused this sudden change in her attitude towards him.  Women!  Was there any logical explanation for the things they did?  Maybe she decided life in Nadiar could have benefits after all.
    If he had to have a wife, he might as well enjoy the benefits himself.  He slid his arms around her waist and pinned her to the wall with his body.  A gasp of surprise rumbled against his ear.
    “What are you doing?” she asked.
    “What are you doing?” he countered.
    “Looking for my contact lens.” 
    He leaned in until their bodies meshed together.  Their faces were inches apart.  “You have a very hands-on searching method.”
     
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    Delilah flushed from head to toe. “I didn’t mean... I wasn’t trying...” Oh, Lord, what she had gotten herself into.  And why wasn’t she trying to extract herself?
    Stop him, her mind screamed, but her body had stopped listening.  Warm breath caressed her face.  Their lips met, barely grazing.  She pressed her palms against his shoulders, grasping the fabric of his shirt in her fingers. She knew she should push him away, but instead she pulled him closer. 
    He smiled, before covering her mouth in a deep kiss that forced her lips apart.  He pushed his tongue inside her mouth, tasting, teasing, and arousing her before she even knew what was happening to her.  
    She snuggled closer, feeling his rock-solid muscles enfolding her in a steely embrace.  The heat from his body scorched her.  She knew better than to play with fire, but she couldn’t stop herself. 
    His kiss awakened a desire, the depth of which she hadn’t known she could possess.  She lost all sense of time or place.  A wave of pleasure ran through her, cresting in her lower abdomen, where his erection pressed against her stomach.  For a woman not known to rouse passions in men, his physical reactions gave her a heady feeling of power.
    The musky scent of him wafted around her, spiraling her deeper into a vortex.  Excitement swirled through her veins, heightening the awareness of every nerve ending.  His kiss was exhilarating, her pleasure exquisite.  On moment she was floating and the next she was hovering right at the edge. 
    She wanted more. 
    She had to stop.  
    Conflicting emotions warred with the physical sensations that threatened to overtake her.  She wasn’t experienced enough to deal with the direction this was heading. She broke away to catch a breath, to regain her sensibilities.
    “Why did you do that?” she asked between ragged breaths. 
    “Why did you allow me to?”
    Because I liked it.  Because nothing in my life ever felt that intense, that erotic, that pleasurable.
    And that scared the hell out of her. Damn!  This was everything she avoided.  The hotter the fire the more she would get burned. 
    She picked at a speck on Sami’s shirt and lifted her offending contact lens.  “Here it is,” she muttered.
    “And here we are.  What do you suggest I do with