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here,
    where they were enveloped in the exotic, carefree atmosphere of the luxurious tropical resort. If he hadn’t
    had more important goals on his mind, Flynn knew he would have made the pass Angie had expected the
    first night. He had found himself wanting to spend every waking moment with her, trying to impress himself
    on her consciousness.
    But Flynn had hunted long enough to know that the cautious, careful quarry was most efficiently trapped
    through its own natural curiosity. Keeping his distance had netted him much faster and more useful results
    than he would have obtained through the direct approach. Angle’s offer of a job tonight had told him that
    much.
    It was all enough to make a man believe in fate, Flynn decided triumphantly as he ran the tip of his
    tongue along Angie’s lower lip. Her mouth quivered and opened beneath the tantalizing caress. With a
    groan of mounting desire Flynn accepted the soft invitation.
    He explored the warm, intimate darkness behind her lips, and his body began demanding the completion
    of the ancient formula. He hadn’t planned on more than a kiss this evening. It was crucial not to alarm
    Angie at this stage. Flynn reminded himself that his ultimate goal was far more important than a night in bed
    with a woman. He knew his self-control was formidable, and he had great confidence in it.
    But he wouldn’t stop himself from teasing the sensitive nape of Angie’s neck, and when she sighed
    softly in response he found himself touching her just above the low neckline of her dress. She wasn’t
    wearing a bra. Flynn urged her closer so that he could feel the gentle thrust of her breasts against his chest.
    It was delicious. She made a tiny sound at the back of her throat and her fingertips closed over his
    shoulders. He was vividly aware of the firm peaks of her nipples and knew a sudden, fierce desire to test
    them with his palm.
    She was so sweetly responsive, he thought. And he felt dazed by the elemental sense of power that was
    surging through him now. She was twenty-eight, and God knew he was getting perilously close to forty. At
    this stage both of them should be capable of choreographing their responses with far more finesse. It was
    unexpected and unsettling to find his sense of control threatened already.
    Flynn knew matters were getting dangerous when he found himself sliding a probing finger inside the
    elasticized neckline of Angle’s white dress. She stilled for a moment in his arms, and he told himself he’d
    better stop. It had gone far enough. The last thing he wanted to do tonight was push too fast or too hard. It
    would be far more effective to arouse her gently and leave her wanting him.
    Easy does it, he told himself determinedly. This is where it stops. Any further and you start risk ing
    her trust. There’s too much of a chance she’ll pull back and become cautious again. And there was
    too much at stake to lose the advantage he had gained during the past two days.
    But his hand seemed to move of its own volition and the gauzy white dress slipped downward.
    „Flynn…“ Angie’s eyes were closed. Her nails bit into the fabric of the khaki shirt. „I don’t think we
    should let this go any further---“
    „I know. Believe me, honey, I know.“ But now that he was so close to touching the hardened tips of her
    breasts, he didn’t want to stop. „Just let me see you for a moment. I want to know what the moonlight looks
    like on your skin.“ He took a breath and with both hands pushed the elasticized material down to her waist.
    For an instant she stood trapped before him, her wrists caught and tangled in the sleeves of the dress.
    Her lashes lifted and she met his eyes. Flynn found himself staring.
    „Angie,“ he grated. His hands lifted to cup the small, rounded fullness of her breasts. She was delicately
    constructed, her body slender but softened with curves at breast and thigh. „Angie, you’re lovely.“
    „So are you.“ She freed her