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to the side in consideration.
    ‘Obviously we both jumped to conclusions,’ he said wryly. ‘The redhead you described is my cousin Wendy. I’ve also employed her as my secretary. I suppose I owe you a double apology then.’
    ‘Double?’
    ‘More like triple,’ he confessed. ‘First I made the foolish assumption that you and Mark Overington were having an affair. Then I saw you with your friend Sam, and assumed you were lovers. And not only that, but I’ve overstepped the mark as your lecturer. I meant to come here today and apologise for my behaviour on Tuesday evening. All of it. I was rude to you earlier, thinking you were involved with Mark. And afterwards…I was right that it shouldn’t have happened, but I didn’t want to take it back, either.’ He smiled down at her softly, and cupped her chin gently in his hand. ‘What are we going to do?’ he asked huskily. She shook her head gently in response, not trying to move away from him. She didn’t want to be away from him. In fact, every pore of her being demanded that she be as close to him as was humanly possible. She wanted to feel him against her flesh to flesh. She wanted to have him fill her in the most intimate way possible. She wanted to be touched by him as she’d never been touched by another man.
    ‘Oh Nicholas. I don’t know. I want you so much,’ she murmured, feeling heat rise in her body all the way up to her cheeks as she said the words. He smiled tenderly at her. For a moment they paused, eyes locked on each other, drinking each other in slowly, savouring each moment, growing desperate for more…much more.
    ‘They…they probably won’t be home for awhile,’ Emily said, breaking the silence at last, finally answering the question he’d asked an eternity ago. Nicholas smiled, drawing her towards him again.
    ‘Which way’s the bedroom?’
    ‘The last door on the right,’ she answered huskily. They’d turned a corner and there was no way back now. Nicholas leaned down and swiftly scooped her into his arms. She giggled softly, pressing her face into his shoulder, loving the way his body felt against hers, relishing the feeling of security she had in his arms. When he opened her door, and laid her gently upon the bed, a momentary rush of uncertainty filled her, but when he joined her, intimately running his eyes along the length of her body, all doubts were banished. This was the man she wanted. And this was the only place she wanted to be, with him, now.
    With a dexterity she wouldn’t have believed possible, Nicholas undid the buttons which held her dress closed, while she fumbled with the buttons on his shirt, desperate to see all of him at long last, but when she reached down to his belt buckle he smiled and moved her hands away.
    ‘You first,’ he whispered, moving over her as he trailed a hand down her body, pausing as it moved over the curve of her breast. She drew in a shuddering breath as it brushed lightly over her stomach and down to her panties, pausing a moment, before caressing the most intimate part of her femininity. She opened her legs wider, wantonly pushing up against him. He moaned and his lips followed the intimate path his hand had trailed.
    ‘Nicholas! Please,’ she begged as his mouth kissed her through the light cotton fabric.
    ‘Oh yes,’ he murmured, moving back up her body. ‘But first, I want to see you in all your splendour. He pulled the dress from her, and unclasped her bra like a seasoned professional, until all that stood between him and her naked body were her moist panties, which he savoured in the removal of, as her hands reached for his belt again, needing him to be as exposed to her as she was to him. Desperate to see every inch of him, to touch and to love every part of Nicholas Cavanaugh.
    He groaned as she pulled his trousers down, and her eyes widened at the size of his erection beneath his boxer shorts. ‘Oh, Nicholas,’ she uttered, transfixed by the manhood before her. She was