Emma

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“At least tell me why?” He raised his brows. “Who knows. Perhaps I am trying to get into your good graces, so you will give in to your attraction at last and come to me.” His resonant voice had gone deeper and scratchy on the edges when he said come to me, and it sent a hot jolt of emotions from her middle down into her toes. For a beat, she was back in the stables, on top of him, possessed by the dark need to feel his mouth on hers.
A Rogue of One's Own (A League of Extraordinary Women, #2)
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