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Clive reached out and placed a palm to Brook’s cheek. A moment later, his face neared, and the twitch of his searching nostrils tickled her cheek as he pressed his lips to the corner of hers. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted this?” he asked, a deep groan rumbling from him, before his arms snatched her up from the work-surface.
A cold draught swept around her thighs, the few strands loosened from her pleat tickled her face, and Brook’s entire body stiffened, the instant her mind registered the movement. The flight across the living space. The first creak of the stairs.
Within her chest, her heart raged liked a trapped beast, screaming for the escape Brook craved.
Where had her window gone? That sliver of breathing space?
The chance with which to finish formulating her plan
