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clung
to him, her hips against his, her thighs trembling.
"I...want...you."
    His hands
went to her hips, grinding her into him, and a burning
sensation shot through her lower body. She shuddered helplessly, gasping with
pleasure and barely contained desire.
    "Lie
down," he whispered shakily. "Lie down un der me. I'll make you
stop shaking. I'll make you part of me...."
    "The door...is it
locked?" she asked huskily, feel ing
his weight come over her, his hands urgent on her body.
    "Locked?"
His hands stilled, and he looked into her feverish eyes. "Elissa?" He swallowed, his
bare chest rising and falling with the force
of his heartbeat as he looked down at her. "Elissa...I could make
you pregnant."
    She was
hardly able to breathe. His eyes were the world. She loved him, and she hadn't
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more than her
friend. He was everything. And to have his child—the
thought was too wonderful for words.
    Her eyes
went down his body possessively, loving its long, powerful
lines, loving every inch of him with sweet abandon. Her hips moved sensuously
under his, eliciting
a groan from him.
    "No,
honey," he whispered, stilling her impatient movements.
"Don't make me. We've got to stop while we can."
    "Why?" she asked dazedly.
    "We
can't make love with Bobby and Bess sitting in the next
room." He laughed brittlely. "I must have been out of my mind to
let things go this far."
    His hands
cupped her head, and he dropped a hard, quick kiss onto her
lips. Then he sat up, smoothing his hands blatantly over her breasts, his
eyes appre ciative and boldly possessive. "God, you're some thing,"
he said. "As hot and wild as I am. We'd set fires together,"
he added with what sounded like re gret.
    She sat
up, too, more than unsettled by the confusing sequence of events and moods.
Feeling uncomfortably exposed beneath that frank stare of his, she tugged at
her bodice, but his hand prevented her from tugging it up.
    "Not
yet," he murmured. His hand went to her back, arching her
over his arm, and his mouth opened, taking her breast inside the moist darkness.
    She shuddered, biting her lip to keep from crying
    out. It was the sweetest kind of ache he
made there, his tongue rubbing lazily at
her nipple, his lips tugging at her. She clutched the back of his dark head,
holding him there, while his free hand came up just below his mouth and
cupped her sensuously.
    It was a
long time before he lifted his head, and he clearly liked what he saw when he
looked at her. "I'd like to have you on the beach, just the way I dreamed of."
    She flushed
to the roots of her hair at the image that had haunted her all day, too.
    His hand
moved over her soft breasts. "You're very pale here," he said. "I'd
like to teach you the delicious pleasure of
sunbathing nude. Swimming nude."
    "You
do," she said without thinking, her voice breathless sounding.
    He lifted his head, smiling
slowly. "Yes. You've watched me sometimes
at night, from your kitchen window,
haven't you?"
    The flush
got worse, but she didn't look away. "I was curious," she
confessed softly. "There was moonlight once, and you came out of
the water very close
to the cottage...I never knew a man could be beautiful."
She faltered, blushing furiously. "I didn't think you'd know I was watching."
    He
brushed his mouth over her eyes. "I knew," he murmured.
"I don't mind if you look at me."
    She was still trembling when he got to his feet and

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pulled her up with him, slowly retying the
straps at her shoulders.
    "You
look loved," he said unexpectedly. He brushed her tangled
hair away from her damp face, then turned away to pick up his shirt.
    To Elissa's amazement, her hand
reached out to protest when he started to
put it on.
    He looked
up in surprise, then gently drew her hands to him. "Go ahead. Indulge
yourself."
    "You don't mind?" she
asked, savoring his hair- roughened skin
with hands that had never known a man's
body.
    "Mind?
Not in the