Only a miracle could bring them together. A downhome Georgia girl with a gift for comedy. A wealthy doctor from French aristocracy. Only a miracle could bring them together. Amy caught Sebastien's face between her hands and kissed him. He made a harsh sound but took everything she offered, then wound his arms around her and returned fierce, raw energy so erotic that she shuddered and moaned against his mouth. He pulled back. "I said that I wasn't in the mood to be kind to you. There is too much going on inside me tonight. It makes me reckless. This can only hurt you. Now stop--" "You don't have to worry about hurting me, or make promises about the future, or say a lot of hokey sweet things. You just have to be yourself." "Most women would be dismayed at that possibility." "I never look at things the way other people do. I guess you're in luck." He studied her with a troubled, heartbreaking expression, then shut his eyes for a moment, as if making a decision. "Very much in luck." He kissed her again, this time sweetly and with obvious restraint. She sagged against him. Bending her backwards, he laid her on the cool, matted grass and undressed herі

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