Chapter Six
Leia stood very still, barely daring to breathe, her hand still on his thigh. His mouth came down on hers in a searing kiss. Her mind whirled. If Tate indeed had the same birthmark, he was telling the truth. Instead of Ben Derringer, it was Tate McIntyre standing before her now. Same man, different name, she had to remind herself. The man she had fallen in love with two years ago, despite all her efforts to control her emotions.
All Tate had to do was kiss her, and Leia could feel the dampening warmth of desire begin to well within her.
Tate lifted his head a fraction of an inch. He looked down at her. “I promise you some time to process all this, Leia, but I don't guarantee it will be much time.” His gaze burned her.
She could feel the willpower he was exerting over his ra
