The sweet fury of his lips dominated and possessed her. His kiss was like strong liquor drunk too quickly, setting her head to whirling and impairing her ability to think. She lost all sense of time, clinging to him as though she were drowning and he were life itself.
"Darling Kate." His voice was rough with passion as his left hand moved upward from her waist to cup the swell of her breast.
Kate trembled, sudden fear lancing through the other sensations she was experiencing. She tried to push him away-it was unthinkable that Kate Cameron should be-have so wantonly with a man she had only just met.
"Please, Zack," she begged when she found she couldn't loosen his grip. "We cannot do this."
"Why not? You want me as much as I want you."
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The Rebel's Pleasure
RomanceAll of war-torn Washington called Zack Benson a rogue, as expert at seduction as he was at the dangerous game of espionage. Rebel or Yankee? No one knew his loyalties or his past. Kate Cameron was very inch a Southern lady and every bit a woman. But...
