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but I couldn’t have you turning to Kowalt because I hadn’t shown you how sweet it’s always going to be between us.” His lips fastened hungrily on hers and he gave a groan deep in his throat as he kissed her with almost frantic urgency. His hands were suddenly on her hips, moving the thigh-length sweater up her body. He dragged his mouth from hers and pushed her body a little away, and then the sweater wasover her head and tossed carelessly aside. He held her startled gaze with his own as his hands moved to the front clasp of her bra.
    In the beige lace bra Dany was all soft gold and shimmering ruby in the firelight, her eyes dark with bewilderment and desire. Anthony’s hands were shaking slightly as he undid the clasp, and he drew a long, shuddering breath. Careful, he told himself. He had to be careful not to show her the need that was tearing him apart. He could feel himself harden and the muscles of his stomach clench painfully. He wanted to tear off her clothes, throw her on the floor, and bury himself in her. Damn, he wanted that. The thought of her legs curving around him, her body arching to him, her dark eyes staring up at him clouded with desire, was driving him berserk.
    He’d been so sure he could keep control of the situation. His lips curved in a mirthless smile as he remembered how he’d assured her he wouldn’t ask for a final physical commitment. He knew she wasn’t ready for that yet. This was all too new and bewildering for her. He’d happily mutilate Kowalt for precipitating his plans. He’d wantedto wait. No, he’d felt it would be fairer to Dany to wait—wanting had nothing to do with it. He’d been in a blaze of heated need for Dany since that afternoon six years ago. Fourteen years old. Lord, he’d felt as shocked and disgusted with himself as if he’d actually taken her instead of sending her away. He’d tried to smother it beneath the tenderness and love he’d felt for her since the first moment he’d seen her, but every so often he’d feel a stab of desire so intense, it had been actual pain. He’d constantly reinforced his vigilance but he’d known it was there, just waiting to burst free. And was he supposed to keep that passion under control while he teased them both into a frenzy? He would have to if he hoped to block Kowalt from her mind and still leave her free. Hell, Anthony told himself, what was a little more torture after what he’d gone through for the past six years?
    He parted the bra and slipped the straps slowly over her shoulders. Lord, she was beautiful. Small, but perfectly formed, her breasts tilting up perkily with the deep pink rosettes hardening even as he looked at her. Hardening for him. He could feel the swelling in his loins reach painfulproportions as he watched her body flush and tauten, readying itself for his touch, his possession.
    “Come to me,” he said thickly. “Please, Dany. I want to kiss them, love them.” He was drawing her from her knees onto his lap and he could see her eyes widen as she felt the evidence of his bold arousal against her. It didn’t frighten her though, thank heaven. It only caused her eyes to darken to midnight softness and her pulse to accelerate in the hollow of her throat. She was so responsive, Anthony thought. His eyes narrowed as he arched her up to rub those beautiful, sensitive breasts against the rough wool of his sweater. She gave a little gasp, and he could feel her tense.
    “No, don’t. It hurts.”
    He froze, his gaze flying down to meet her eyes in surprise. He’d purposely kept the caress feather-light. “Hurts?”
    “No.” She shook her head in confusion. “Not hurts. Burns. I don’t know. I can’t
stand
it.” She felt as if her heart were going to burst through her chest. How could she explain the wild, heated sensation that had flamed through her, sending out signals to every part of her body? Signals shedidn’t understand. But Anthony understood. She could tell by the way his lips