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on the bed, but Matt’s body blocked her, and she fumbled for words to tell him to move.
    He smirked at her, leaning in closer until his eyes filled her view. “Why would I not care, princess?”
    She glared but didn’t move back. “You could have any woman you want. I’ve heard all about your exploits in the city. Quite the ladies’ man.”
    “Well, then, if you know all of that, why did you kiss me last night, my lady?” he shot back.
    Her mouth fell open to argue it was all his fault but clamped shut again. What the hell was wrong with her? How dare he act like this after what he did to her, what he made her feel every time he looked her way? Daphne wanted to look away, but his slate eyes forced hers to remain locked on his.
    “No reply?” he asked quietly. “I’m surprised.”
    “Get out of my bedroom,” she muttered.
    “Not until I see you eat something, my lady,” he said, and his tone softened enough for her to lift a brow at it.
    He cared, she felt it, so why did he keep pushing her away? She took the scone from him and ate it quickly. When she swallowed the last mouthful, he handed her the coffee mug and with a bow of his head left the room. He was at the door when she called him back.
    “Yes, my lady?”
    She held the warm mug securely in her hands while she mulled over whether she should say what she was about to. “Tonight, Jeremiah is on watch again. If you happen to be awake around midnight, I wouldn’t mind your company. If you want to join me,” she said nervously.
    Matt’s jaw clenched, but it was the rest of his body she saw relax at her request. He bowed his head again and left her alone, closing the door so she could dress in peace.
    “Maybe it won’t be an easier day,” she muttered to herself as she stood, walking around her room and sipping her coffee. Her feet took her to the windows overlooking the city, and she pressed her hand against the glass.
    If she had been any other girl, Matt would’ve had her already.
    Had you and used you up , she thought bitterly. He still might if you let him get too close .
    Did she want a one night stand with the man meant to guard her with his life? Having sex with Matt would be extraordinary if his kissing was anything to go by and a dangerous risk for them both—more so for her—but she was tired of being trapped in a life she had no real control over.
    Her eyes slid closed, remembering his heated touch on her ass and the way her breasts had grown heavy as his lips moved over hers with a demanding she hadn’t experienced before. Her nipples hardened beneath her thin t-shirt and heat grew between her legs. In her dreams, he’d pinned her up against a wall and languidly kissed her neck and her shoulder. He removed each piece of clothing with great care, exposing her bare body to his hungry gaze. Those strong fingers found her most tender places, massaging and teasing with a feather touch that promised so much more to come.
    Without realizing it, her free hand slipped between her legs. Imagining his hand there instead, she gasped at the strength of the sensation. The mug fell from her hand, shattering against the stone floor.
    “Princess Daphne?” Matt asked as he rushed into her bedroom.
    Daphne, her face flushed and breathing ragged, turned to face him. “I just dropped my mug,” she mumbled. “I’m fine, you can… You can go.”
    He studied her closely, his eyes ranging from her face to her nipples, hard as pebbles and easily visible through her shirt. He moved farther into the room, a promise in his eyes, and Daphne staggered backwards into the wall as her nerves frayed.
    “The glass,” he growled, quickly moving to her side. “You’ll hurt your feet, my lady.”
    She glanced down to see where it was safe to step when he scooped her up in his arms and carried her across the room. “Thank you,” she whispered, but he didn’t set her down right away. “Matt?”
    His grip grew firmer around her as he growled, “Do you have