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His brow was remarkably dark with the slash of black kerchief across it.

“You have already given me more money than you should have.” She dug into her pocket for the coins. What need have I of a man’s shirt and coat?” “Keep it,” he threw over his shoulder without breaking stride. “You have forgotten your clothing,” she called across the wind. She had never met a man who respected her wish to not be touched. She swung around and her throat made a little sound of misery. He was walking away, and the wound-up coil of anticipation inside her screamed in frustration. Nearby a man’s coat lay on the beach, and beyond that a waistcoat and trousers, and farther off, a shirt. She stared at the footprints he left in the sand. He stepped back from her, his emerald gaze hot and not entirely focused. Slowly his hands curled into fists at his sides. So close yet not touching her, he inhaled deeply. He whispered across her lips, “Just a kiss.” He bent his head and unkempt locks bronzed by the sun fell over his brow.

His breaths seemed to come hard, his attention entirely upon her mouth. “I have not kissed you because, despite what you believe of me, I am a gentleman and you have not invited me to.” His voice was low. The truth was awful-that she wanted him to demand a kiss so she would not be at fault for being kissed by him. A beautiful man’s body, and he stood before her threatening her without even touching her.

He was so beautiful-from his wide shoulders and muscular chest to the drawers slung low on his hip bones. “Why don’t you just kiss me?” she blurted. She knew she mustn’t look away from his face, but his attention dipped to her mouth, and yearning curled through her. ” With her feet sunk deep in the sand and the sunlight dancing across his cheek, she felt wretchedly out of control. He had shaved off his piratical whiskers the night before, but now his jaw was again shadowed.Īrabella tugged at her hand and he released it. How he could be so warm when he was nearly naked, she could not fathom. “If you wished distance you might have gone already.” He gripped her fingers with little effort, and his skin was warm. He grasped her hand and pulled her to within inches of his bare chest. She stumbled back and thrust out her hand.