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| waist, he drew her next to him. He looked down at her, thinking that he had never seen her look so beautiful. He had almost gotten used to seeing her in a man's breeches and shirt. In the soft, flowing cotton dress with its gathering of lace at her lowswept bodice and at the cuffs of her sleeves, and with her hair drifting like warm, black satin down her slim back, she stirred him into needing her as never before. |

| Feeling his eyes on her, Sasha smiled up at him. "I hope you approve of what you are looking at so studiously, darling," she murmured. "It seems as though you are looking at me for the very first time." She lowered her eyes, blushing. "It unnerves me a little, Ashton." |

| "You look so lovely," he said, leaning his face low to kiss her cheek gently. He inhaled the sweet fragrance of her. "And you smell so good. How am I expected to wait until nightfall to take you to bed?" |

| Sasha laughed softly and looked up into his eyes. "It would look very improper, Ashton, if we slipped away into our cabin without enjoying the evening meal with the rest of the passengers," she said, yet thrilling inside at the thought of being with him alone in this romantic setting. "So let us just enjoy the view till then, shall we?" |

| "How am I expected to take my eyes off you?" Ashton said, brushing her lips with a light kiss. |

| Sasha blushed again and peered around her at the other passengers standing along the rail. Although no one was paying her and Ashton any mind, still it seemed a foolish thing to display such affection for one another so openly. |

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