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glad, Gwen."
    His mouth came down on hers, heavy and warm. Guinevere shivered and let her fingers creep up around his neck. This wasn’t quite the way she had planned it, she reminded herself. She had wanted them to talk this weekend to get a few things out in the open. A part of her needed to analyze the relationship that was growing between herself and Zac, and she had hoped that a quiet resort might provide the right atmosphere for that kind of delicate discussion.
    The sensual side of their association was already powerful enough. On the few occasions when she had allowed it to take the dominant role Guinevere had had plenty of proof of that. Zac’s effect on her senses was almost overwhelmingly intense. The passion sprang up so easily between them. Guinevere was starting to worry that it came too easily. She had been trying to keep it in perspective, not allow it to take over.
    "Gwen, honey, I’ve been aching for you all day. We have a little time. Vandyke’s probably still down in the bar…." Zac’s soft murmur was charged with sexual tension. The urgency he was feeling was being clearly communicated to her. Guinevere felt his hand against the sensitive nape of her neck. His fingers slid around her throat to the buttons of her yellow silk blouse.
    "Zac," she whispered huskily, "I’ve been thinking a bout us. I wanted… well, I wanted to know if you’ve been thinking about us, too. I mean…" Good grief. Even to her own ears she sounded like a tongue-tied teenager. This wasn’t the way she had planned it.
    "Jesus, honey. I think about you all the time," he said hoarsely. The buttons of her blouse slipped open beneath his fingers and he groaned softly against her throat as his hand moved down over her breast. "All the time."
    "You do?" She gasped as he pushed his hand up under the lacy camisole she was wearing. His thumb found the exquisitely throbbing nipple and gently coaxed it forth. Her own fingers sank languidly into the hard muscles at the back of his neck.
    "You must know by now what you do to me." He caught one of her wrists and dragged her hand down across his chest to his thigh. "Feel me, sweetheart. If you need any evidence, just touch me. All I have to do is watch you walk across a room and the next thing I know I’m in this condition."
    "Oh, Zac," she breathed as his hand guided hers to the waiting hardness of him.
    "I feel like I’m going to explode." He released her fingers and went back to stroking her breast with slow tantalizing movements. Gradually his hand traveled lower and with his arm around her shoulders he eased her down onto the bed. Guinevere felt the teasing thrill of excitement that flared in her lower body and knew she was rapidly nearing the point of no return. Already she was softening under his touch, yearning for the heavy weight of him, and she sensed Zac was well aware of her reaction. She had never known what it was like to literally ache for a man’s possession until she had met Zac.
    The urgency and immediacy of his physical effect on her was one of the things that made her wary and uncertain of the relationship. It was one of the things that had to be put aside so that a genuine dialogue could take place. Belatedly Guinevere remembered her own plans for the weekend.
    "Zac?"
    "We haven’t got much time, honey. Here, lift up so I can get your skirt off."
    "Zac, wait a minute, I think – "
    "It’ll be okay, sweetheart. Damn it, I didn’t want to rush this." He fumbled with the zipper of her skirt.
    "Zac, please, listen to me." Her fingers closed over his fumbling hand at the fastening of her skirt. "I wanted – I wanted to talk."
    "We’ll talk in the morning, I promise. Right now we haven’t got enough time to talk and make love."
    "Then we’ll have to make a choice, won’t we?" she said heatedly as some of her determination returned.
    He agreed instantly. "Right. We’ll talk later. Right now I’m going to lay you down on this bed, take off every stitch of