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her into the bedroom, he thought. Away from the heat of the
    damn fireplace. Between the two of them they would generate more than
    enough warmth anyway.
    "Julian, you aren't the only one who's had dreams."
    The small confession gripped him for an instant. He came to a halt
    beside the quilted bed and gazed down at her face. She had closed her eyes
    against him and the moment. "If I've figured in your dreams, it could only
    have been as a devil. That's how you've always seen me, isn't it?"
    "I've hardly seen you at all. A few times before you left for that island
    with Michael and then that night you brought him home."
    "Tonight you'll find out if all your worst fears are true, won't you?" He
    dropped her down onto the bed, following heavily. "At least I look the part
    now, don't I?" he demanded as her hand came up to touch the scar on his
    jaw.
    "Please tell me what happened," she begged.
    Julian studied the depths of her sea-colored eyes. "The last thing I want
    from you tonight is pity. Save it for some other man who will be satisfied
    with that kind of response. I want the fire and the softness."
    But he knew that deep down he didn't want to witness her reaction to
    the marks on the rest of his body. His hand swept out to find the lamp
    switch even as his mouth closed over Anne's again. It wasn't just that he
    didn't want the light. He also didn't need the extra heat from the lamp. It
    was already so hot, even here in the bedroom away from the fire.
    Somehow the sudden darkness seemed to fracture the languid spell that
    had governed Anne since he had first kissed her in the living room. When
    his hand moved hungrily to the gentle curve of her breast she cried out
    softly. He felt the sudden resistance in her and groaned.
    "Anne, no. Don't fight me. I've waited too long— needed you too badly.
    You came looking for me tonight and you'll have to take what you've
    found."
    The tension in her radiated through his own body and fed his desire. So
    many nights of wanting and longing. He had thought he was hallucinating
    again this evening when he'd answered the knock on his door to find his
    ghost lady standing on the step. He'd half expected her to simply
    disappear. And then she had complained about the cold and asked to
    come inside. He didn't think ghosts felt the cold.
    Julian was aware that his fingers were shaking a little as he
    determinedly tugged off the sweater Anne wore. The knowledge irritated
    him. He would not give in to the weaknesses of his own body. Not tonight
    when his whole being was intent on exorcising his very personal phantom.
    "You don't feel like a phantom, though," he muttered as the sweater
    came free and he found the tips of her breasts. The fact that she was not
    wearing a bra pleased him. One less obstacle to overcome.
    "I'm real, Julian. Please treat me as if I am," she whispered. "Don't
    punish me for your nightmares. I never meant to haunt you."
    Her fingers laced into his hair, stroking down to his nape almost as
    though she were trying to soothe him. Julian told himself that he didn't
    want to be soothed and gentled. Deliberately he fought the impulse to halt
    the lovemaking and simply lay his head down on her breast and allow her
    to stroke him. Always in his dreams that had been a dangerous lure the
    ghost had used. Always she withdrew her gentle touch just as he accepted
    it.
    But this time Anne was real, he reminded himself. Wonderingly he
    grazed his fingertips across one nipple. When he felt it grow taut and
    sensitized he growled his pleasure.
    "I know this is real," he murmured, bending his head to taste the
    budding nipple. "And this…" He slid his palm down her stomach until he
    felt her quivering response. She knew he was going to probe further and
    her whole body was reacting with unbearable anticipation and tension.
    The sense of power in him skyrocketed. For once his ghost lady was under
    his control.
    The spinning sensation in his head seemed to accelerate. A