A WHISPER OF ETERNIT

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Tracylooked at him sharply. Was he reading her mind?

"There is nothing beyond the wallsave a large forest," Dominic went on. "The nearest house is thirty miles away."

"If you live here, why were you staying at Nightingale House?"
"I did not say I lived here. Only that it belongs to me."

"And what am I supposed to do here? Oh! The seascape! I'm supposed to ship it to Mr. Petersen next week."

"I will take care of it." "But…"

"I will take care of it."
"His address is in my book." He nodded.

"How long are you going to keep me here?"
He shrugged. "That remains to be seen."

She looked up at him and their gazes met and locked. A shiver of anticipation ran down her spine as he moved toward her, one arm curling around her waist to draw her up against him. He was going to kiss her—she knew it. Well, she had no intention of kissing him, not while he was keeping her here against her will. No way!

She put her hands against his chest to push him away, but it was like trying to move a block of granite.

Gently, he caught both her hands in his, and then he placed one finger beneath her chin and tilted her head back to give him better access to her lips. She started to object but before she could form the words, he kissed her, driving all thought of protest from her mind.

Tracy's eyelids fluttered down as his mouth covered hers. Whatever else he might be, the man knew how to kiss. Had she always responded like this, always felt as if her bones were melting, as if her blood was on fire? She pressed herself against him, a sense of feminine satisfaction flowing through her when she felt his response to her nearness.

He broke the kiss briefly,then claimed her lips once again, more aggressively this time. His tongue teased the seam of her lips until, with a sigh, she opened for him.

She moaned softly, all thought fleeing her mind. There was only Dominic, his tongue exploring her mouth, his hands moving over her back, her breasts, lightly massaging her belly, making her burn like a fire out of control. He released her hands and she wrapped her arms around him, her body intimately molded to his, certain she would fall if he let her go. Faint images whispered through her mind. It took her a moment to realize they were fragments of his life. She saw him as a young boy tending sheep on the side of a grassy