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“Miss Pemberton, what makes you think you’ll get rid of me that easily? I feel it my duty to see to your safety since you cared for my head injuries.” He remarked with a roguish smile.

She whispered in a soft voice, as she leaned closer to him to confide. “Well, Major Marsh coming from you, I’m not sure if I should take that as a threat or a compliment.” Anna took one of his hands with both of hers, and gave it a squeeze. “Seriously, I mean it, thank you for everything, including the head injury you took in my place.”

Anna knew it was her undoing the minute she touched his hand, it gave him the opportunity to respond, which he did. He brought both of her hands up to his lips and brushed them with a warm soft kiss, which felt heavenly on her skin. She felt the chill bumps go down her spine from the sheer pleasure of his touch. He drew her hands to his cheek and rubbed his cheek against both of her hands, as though bathing in her scent.

Anna knew this was dangerous territory and knew she needed to stop this madness but her body would not listen to her commands. It was in shock from the heady feelings that he aroused.

He reached up and brushed a curl from her cheek and tucked it behind her ear, then brushed his lips lightly against her ear, and whispered. “I have wanted to touch your hair every since you fell on top of me on the deck that first day.”