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head spinning, her body aching for
something it had never known, her breasts crushed against hard muscle.
He bit her ear, then ran his tongue around its soft curves, an intimate
gesture that she'd never realized could have such a profound ef fect.
    Her arms
tightened around his neck, her face fiery with unexpected
passion as he held her. Was she mis taken, or was there a fine tremor in
the arms so fiercely holding her?
    His cheek
brushed against hers. "Your breasts feel swollen," he
whispered, once more moving her body against him. "Do they ache?" he whispered know ingly.
    "Yes,"
she gasped mindlessly. "Oh, King!" Her curiosity outweighed
her caution, outweighed the fear that had always come with the threat of
intimacy, and she reveled in the feel of his slick, damp skin against her
tender breasts.
    "I
can make them stop aching," he whispered huskily. His lips traveled down
her face to her throat, his breathing harsh and rapid. "Here..."
    His mouth
slid over the silky bodice and suddenly pressed, open and
hot, right against the soft curve of her thinly veiled breast
    She cried out at the pleasure
it gave her, and her back arched to give him access.

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    But the
sound had shocked King into realizing what he was doing. His
head jerked up, his eyes wide and frankly stunned. "Dear God,"
he said harshly. He hadn't expected this. Hadn't expected to want her. He hadn't known it until now,
hadn't dreamed... He felt the tautness of
his body and suddenly released her and
turned away, not wanting her to know what she was doing to him.
    She gaped
at him. He was breathing harshly as he reached over to pick
up his nearly finished drink from the table. His hand seemed to tremble
a little as he lifted the glass to his mouth and drained it. "I'm sorry,"
he bit off, setting the glass down hard on the table. "I didn't
expect that to happen."
    He was
apologizing, she registered, but for what? For wanting her?
"I don't...mind." She said it and was amazed to find
that it was true. She didn't mind having him want her. It was heady and
wildly excit ing.
    He turned,
his dark eyes glazed and questioning. "Why not?"
    She
shrugged helplessly. "I don't know." Her eyes fell to
his chest. "I still...I still ache," she whispered shakily.
    His lips
were parted, as if he was finding it difficult to breathe. "Have
you felt like that with anyone else?" he asked, distressed to realize
it was suddenly deeply important that he know.
    "No," she confessed, her voice soft, gentle.
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    He couldn't decide what to do.
Should he send her home or pick her up in
his arms and take her into his bed
and show her how sweet he could make it for her? Damn. How could just a couple of drinks make him so addled?
    She
looked up at that moment and saw the inde cision in his eyes, and she knew exactly
what had caused it. Her face colored.
"I—I can't sleep with you,"
she whispered huskily. "I...like what you just did to me, but...I can't
deal with that kind of easy intimacy. Not even with you."
    His dark
eyes roamed down her body, the sight of that sweet softness
he'd known so briefly making him ache. He caught her eyes. "I can make you want it," he said in a stranger's sensuous voice.
    "And after?" she asked.
    He drew in a slow breath.
"My God, what am I saying?"
    "It's
been a hard night for you," she said, forcing herself not to take
it too seriously. He was frustrated, that was all, and she was handy and
he'd forgotten all
the reasons why not. "I wish things were differ ent."
    "So do I." He rammed
his hands into his pockets. "Believe
me, so do I." It was the truth, his body fairly throbbed with wanting her. How odd, his mud dled brain mused, to have this kind of reaction to Elissa
when it was Bess he'd been afraid of wanting.

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Could it be misplaced
desire? Lord, he couldn't even think straight.
      “I’d
better go home."
    He turned. “I’ll walk you."
    "No.
It's