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    Finally, he turned her in his arms, still pressed against the car. He must have removed his hat and sunglasses before making love with her. His short-clipped hair was as thick and black as a moonless night.
    His eyes held hers for a long, poignant moment in question, perhaps wondering if she was angry or pleased. Blue pools of passion surrounded by thick, black spidery lashes. So beautiful.
    Slowly, he lowered his head. With tenderest care, his full lips brushed her mouth. A pleading caress. No demands here. A lover’s kiss.
    Then he drew back and grazed his knuckles along her jaw and tilted her chin upward.
    Paula could see the sexual satisfaction in his misty eyes and parted lips. And she saw the silent sadness on his face, as well.
    “Come home, Paula,” he pleaded huskily. “Please, come home.”

Chapter Four
    Baby, come back . . .
    TIME SEEMED TO stand still as Nick waited for Paula’s answer. Surely, they would reconcile after what had just happened between them.
    He couldn’t believe his plan had gone so well. Hell, satisfying this heart-craving business was going to be a snap. And more damn pleasure than he’d ever imagined in his hottest wet dreams.
    Now, all he had to do was get Paula to come home with him, and he’d spend the rest of his life fulfilling every sexual fantasy—every heart craving—she could ever have. And then some.
    Who was he kidding? He’d forgotten his plan the moment she’d stepped from the car. He couldn’t have stopped himself from touching her if his life depended on it. He’d been celibate for so long—a year, in fact, until yesterday.
    And he had to admit, she’d surprised the spit out of him. He had never been so demanding in the four years they’d been together. Or suggested such exotic sexual activity. And, hot damn, she’d liked it. A lot.
    He brushed several strands of silky auburn hair off her face, and she swatted his hand away. That was his first clue that fantasy island was fast becoming a mirage.
    The second clue came right after that, when he rubbed the pad of his thumb over her passion-swollen lips, and she bit him, hard.
    “Ouch! Why’d you do that?” He stepped back, sucking on the sore appendage. With a sigh, he then adjusted himself inside his pants and zipped up. The cold, angry glitter in her green eyes did not bode well for sexual seconds.
    “Are you crazy?” she lashed out, smoothing down her silk tank top. Her still-aroused nipples stood out like sentinels, and he couldn’t help the slow grin that pulled at his lips.
    She looked down and grunted with self-disgust, then folded her arms across her chest. “You are a toad.”
    “Yeah. You wanna check out my warts?” He reached out for her, but she ducked under his arms. “Or we could play leap frog.”
    “Aaarrgh! Would you stop kidding around?” She reached down with a groan of dismay and picked up her torn panties, stuffing them into her skirt pocket. Turning back to him, she asked tiredly, “What did you hope to accomplish here—no, let me guess. You figured a quick screw on the side of the road, and I’d drop the divorce petition. God, you must have a low opinion of me.”
    He cringed at her vulgar assessment. “We made love, Paula. And you’re just mad because you enjoyed it so much.”
    “I did not,” she said, raising her chin defensively.
    “Liar.”
    “And stop grinning at me.”
    He shrugged and grinned even wider.
    “You are such a rat.”
    He jiggled his eyebrows. “And that would make you the cheese. Would you like me to eat—”
    “Don’t even say it!” She began pacing back and forth along the length of the car. “Nick, you caught me in a weak moment, but it’s not going to happen again. Ever! You’ve got to give up. It’s over.”
    “No. No, it’s not. If you’d just come home, we could talk—”
    “Like we ‘talked’ just now? Like we ‘talked’ in the shower yesterday?”
    “Why are you being so difficult?”
    “Why can’t you