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    “Don’t talk about it now. Just hold me, darling. Hold me tightly.” Her hair brushed his jawline as she turned in his arms. She buried her face in his shoulder. Mallory tightened his grip, drawing her closer to him.
    He should be thinking of calming her fears, he thought. But her perfume was strong and sensuous from the heat of her body. Her breasts pressed against his chest. Her fingernails were resting lightly on the flesh above his collar. He could feel the pressure of the growing ache in his loins.
    He lost track of how long they stood there. But slowly he became aware that the manner of her trembling had changed. Her hair brushed him again as she lifted her head. Her mouth searched for his in the darkness. Quick, light kisses touched his chin, his cheeks. Her lips found his. Suddenly she sucked his lower lip between her teeth.
    The pressure inside Mallory grew unbearable. He lifted her in his arms and carried her to the bed. Her breathing quickened, but she lay quietly as he bent in the darkness and began to undo her clothing.
    She spoke only once. She said, “Slowly this time, darling. Very slowly.”
    He found that she only wore her skirt and jacket. He slipped them off and tossed them to the floor. He ran his hands gently over the long, smooth curves of her body. He got up abruptly and pulled off his own clothes. He sat on the edge of the bed and let his lips follow the pattern he was tracing with his hands.
    She caught his head and drew it slowly down to her breast. The darkness swam around Mallory with slow, dreamlike languor. The womanness of her rose and swallowed him into herself.
    Without warning she twisted under his caress. Her body arched up in wild spasm. Her teeth clamped into his shoulder. The dreaming darkness exploded. Mallory found soft flesh with his hands and squeezed down cruelly. She made a wordless cry of pleasure.
    He fought to hold her still. She made no sound except to gasp spasmodically. He pinned her legs with his knees.
    She arched her hips, twisting to reach him. Mallory crushed her with his weight.
    She cried out again, still without words.
    Mallory’s brain burst into a thousand shining slivers. He felt them pierce his body. Then they were gone and there was only Denise, softly whimpering against his flesh.
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    She stretched luxuriantly on the rumpled bed. She ran her hands up Mallory’s body until they reached his face. She plucked his cigarette from his lips and took a deep, satisfied puff.
    “We do very well together, don’t we, darling?” she murmured. “Do you know, for a while I could forget what I was frightened about. Help me keep on forgetting it.”
    The bedside lamp was on. Mallory watched the soft pinkish light as it caressed her body. He rose on one elbow and bent his head toward her. He stopped abruptly. He sat up and frowned toward the window.
    “Darling?” Panic edged her voice again.
    Mallory said, “Probably nothing. I thought I heard a footstep outside.”
    He heard the sound again. He rose and padded quickly across the rug. He signaled for Denise to turn out the lamp. The room went dark. He drew the draperies apart far enough to see out.
    The slender man was back, looking in the rear window of the wagon again. The huge man with the craggy, rough face was with him. He spoke to the smaller man.
    Denise said, “Darling, what is it?”
    Mallory didn’t answer. She slipped off the bed and padded across the floor. She stood with her breasts pressed against his back as she rose on tiptoe to peer over his shoulder.
    “Oh God, Cliff, there they are again!” Her voice was shrill with fear.
    Mallory said harshly, “Damn them!”
    He twisted away from her suddenly. He let the draperies fall together. He put on his bathrobe and belted it tightly. He went to the door. He jerked it open and stepped into the chill night air.
    The two men were still peering into the rear of the wagon. Mallory said harshly, “Looking for something?”
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