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sensations. "The.,. men on the rig.. " she whispered.
    "The windows are tinted," he reminded her in a slow, deep undertone. His thumb moved again with sensual pres ure and he bent closer, so that the cologne scent of his big body overwhelmed her. Her scent was in his nostrils and he wanted nothing more in life than her soft mouth. Reason and sanity seemed to go out the window as he watched with masculine delight the helples reaction of her innocence to his experience.
    "Mr. Rit er.. !" she murmured. He was overwhelming her, and she was afraid.
    "Have you ever been kis ed properly?" he whispered, let ing his eyes drop to her parted, swollen lips. "With your mouth open under a man's lips?" he breathed, and she actual y moaned. His jaw tautened. "It would be so easy. I could lower my head, just an inch or so," he drawled softly, moving closer, "and let you taste my breath. And then I could slide my hand into your hair, like this—"he drew her face up under his with the pres ure of his fingers at her nape "—and I could kis you like that. I could part your lips with my mouth and drag you against me so hard that you could feel my heart beating.. "
    She panicked at the mental pictures he was putting into her mind, and in one last burst of sanity she pushed at his chest, trying not to feel the hard warmth of hair-roughened muscles under the thin white shirt. "No! You.. mustn't," she pleaded. "I work for you.. !"
    "Work for me," he echoed, his voice barely audible. He stared down at her soft mouth and felt his body clench with the need to take it. Work for him. The words echoed in his mind and he blinked and scowled down into Danet a's shocked eyes. Danet a! His head jerked up.
    "My God, what am I doing?" he asked harshly. He let go of her abruptly and sat up, moving away from her to light a cigaret e. He managed it with a brief fumble, which she was too shaken to see. "I'm sorry, Dan," he said stiffly. His heart was shaking him, and the tautnes of his body was unexpected and disturbing. She was only a child. "That won't happen again.'
    He put the car swiftly into gear and pulled out onto the road without looking at her.
    Danet a tore her eyes away from his hard features. She could hardly believe that had happened at al , except for the faint sorenes of her mouth and her tingling scalp. No wonder women flocked around him, she thought miserably. He had an infal ible technique. He'd barely touched her and yet he'd made her knees weaken. She could stil taste his smoky breath in her mouth and hear the deliriously shocking things he'd said to her. She almost groaned at the fever he'd kindled and left unsatisfied. She'd wanted his hard hps to crush down on hers, to feel his arms go around her, his chest pres ing roughly against her soft breasts. She wrapped her arms around her, trembling a lit le in the aftermath. What was wrong with him?
    He was quiet al the way back to the office, keeping the radio between them. But al the while she was thinking, and wondering if he'd done it on purpose, to show her how vulnerable she was to him. Maybe it was revenge for cal ing him a womanizer. To show her that even she was wide open to his practiced technique. By the time they got into the underground garage, she felt sick al over, certain that he'd been trying to humiliate her.
    She reached for the door handle the minute he parked the car, but his big warm hand caught hers, staying it.
    "Not yet," he said quietly. His eyes searched hers in the tense silence between them. Something in her eyes made him feel guilty. "I've hurt you."
    "I cal ed you a womanizer," she reminded him, dropping her eyes to his chest. "Was that. . why? To teach me a les on?"
    "No, it wasn't. And I got the les on, honey," he said shortly, then sighed heavily. "I'm used to jaded, experienced women who take everything a man does for granted. I've never had any experience with shy, fascinated virgins who make it al seem new and exciting." He managed a wry smile at her blush. "Just