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    mood.
    "These, uh, things," she began awkwardly, flicking a disparaging gesture down her own almost-nude body and aware she was blushing rather vividly. "I didn't. . . That is, I don't want you to think I normally dress like this. I mean, they sort of went with the gown and ..." Helplessly aware that she wasn't making much sense, Alyssa lifted pained eyes to meet his.
    Jordanwas grinning with unreserved masculine appreciation. "And the gown sort of went with the casino,"
    he concluded helpfully. "Don't worry, honey, they're perfect on you tonight Even if you never intended anyone else to see them." He pulled her back into his arms, finding the back clasp of the tiny-bra.
    "Yes, well, that's just it, you see. I didn't intend anyone to see them, and they're rather like this bedroom.
    A little embarrassing to explain to strangers."
    "But we're not strangers, are we, Alyssa?" he countered deeply, the humor fading back into passion.
    "You and I are kindred souls. I think we already know each other better than most people ever get to know one another, and by morning ..." He paused as he slipped the little bra off and bared the soft, full curves of her breasts. "By morning, we will know each other very, very well."
    Alyssa's lashes fluttered shut, and she heard herself make the tiniest of kitten cries asJordan's ultrasensitive finger tips went to her nipples. Trustingly, she once again lifted her arms to encircle his neck and let him find her mouth with his own. She clung to the warmth that flowed between them, trembling again and again in wonder at the passion being generated. When a part of her rational mind tried to interrupt, questioning this complete giving of herself to a man she barely knew, Alyssa pushed the shred of common sense aside. Somehow tonight everything seemed right: the man, the mood, the fantasy. Time enough later to go back to being the real Alyssa Chandler. The odds were against her ever knowing anything quite like this again, and she couldn't bring herself to refuse the promised ecstasy.
    He was using the tips of his fingers to draw little circles of fire around each nipple, persuading the budding peaks into an aching, taut fullness that insisted on more and more attention. Alyssa moaned softly and tried to press herself into his hand. Instinctively, her hands began fumbling with the evening jacket he still wore.
    "Yes, please,"Jordanbegged throatily. "Please undress me, sweetheart Touch me. Hold me. God! I've been wanting you for hours. "
    Without question, Alyssa obeyed, her hands unsteady as she pushed off the charcoal jacket and unfastened the black studs of the white shirt All the while, her work was made increasingly difficult as her body continued to respond to Jordan's touch.
    When at last she had slipped off his shirt and freed the broad expanse of his chest to her own questing fingers, Alyssa drew in a deep breath of desire.
    "Oh,Jordan. . ." Her fingers entwined themselves eagerly in the curling mat of brown hair that covered his chest, and she probed the flat male nipples in curious wonder. "You're perfect. So perfect"
    He managed a husky growl of a laugh, his thumbs grazing lightly across the tips of her breasts as he slid his hands around to her back. "That's supposed to be my line, sweetheart! You're the one who's perfect A bit of real magic in a world that's full of the fake kind. Perfect"
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    his chest. When her breasts came in contact with the teasing, rasping hair,Jordanmoved her very gently back and forth in a swaying motion that made her nipples slide across the crisp, dark cloud. The unexpected caress sent ripples of excitement cascading through Aiyssa's veins.
    "Jordan, what are you doing to me?" she demanded helplessly, her head ripped back so that she could lose herself