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Brock smiled against Joanna’s lips as she melted against him. She was just as wonderful as he remembered. He kept her wrists pinned against the back of the coach for a moment longer until he felt her surrender to his kiss. When he released her, she curled her arms around his neck. Every time his mouth covered hers, he felt unable to get enough of her natural sweetness or the dreamy intimacy that settled around them as they embraced. His stomach flipped with boyish excitement as he pressed against her. He had his lovely English lass back in his arms where she belonged.
In the month since he’d first met her and had to abandon her to rescue his sister, he had been reliving that heated encounter in the library of Joanna’s country home. He had vowed to come back for her to make her his.
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