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to steady her, but when she was standing again, he couldn’t seem to release his grip on her arm. Even through the leather jacket he could feel how soft she was. And the way she smelled . . . Her scent whispered around him, leaving in its trail a sensual impression of satin and velvet.
    Earlier he had watched unobserved as she had wandered around his home, looking at and touching objects and furnishings he had collected over the years, leaving prints and impressions of herself on his things that he doubted could ever be wiped away. She was insidious; she was all things female. He wanted to sink into the scented femininity of her and soak himself.
    With a growl of anger and despair he drew her against him and brought his mouth down on hers. And immediately his tongue found hers. He had never thought he would kiss her, yet, surprisingly, he already knew the delectable taste of her and even the irresistible rose-petal texture of her skin.
    He slid his hand beneath her jacket and up her back. He felt silk. And fire, low in his stomach. The silk didn’t take him unaware. The fire did. It was instant and all-consuming. How could that be? What was the explanation? It bothered him that he didn’t know. He didn’t like things that bothered him.
    Abruptly he wrenched his mouth away, but the sight of her, fresh from being kissed by him, nearly undid him. Her skin was flushed with desire, her lips were parted and moist, ready for more of his kisses. He gritted his teeth until his jaw hurt. “We need to stop, Angelica.”
    “Do we?”
    Her question carried a soft, bewildered innocence that played havoc with his senses. He could have her. . . .
    “Yes, dammit, we do.” With a barely suppressed violence he shoved the car door closed, pushed her back to it, then brought himself down on her, increasing the pressure against her until every curve of her body was impressed into him. He looked down at her for a second longer, his eyes hard and glittery. “Yes,” he said again, this time with a thick whisper. “We do.” And he took her mouth with his.
    She shouldn’t be giving in this easily, she reflected hazily, then wondered why she thought she should resist. Her mind was having a hard time catching up to the idea of this sudden frantic need she felt for him, but the truth was she wanted him with a desperation that was growing by the second. She burrowed her fingers through his hair and gave herself up to him.
    A fever raged in his blood and in his head. He pulled at her blouse until it was loose from the waistband, then quickly unbuttoned her blouse. “I’ve wanted to do this forever,” he muttered. “Forever.” Impatiently he shoved her slip and bra straps off her shoulder, then delved beneath the lace to what he sought.
    Her skin burned as his hand moved over her, caressing and kneading until the pleasure threatened her reason. Her breasts swelled and throbbed, and she began to squirm, trying to get closer to him. There was an aching in her that cried out for relief. Then his fingers found the nipple, and the pleasure took on an edge that brought her close to madness. Needs, wants, desires joined, grew, until she was lost in the passion, in the fog, in him.
    Frustrated by the restriction of her clothes, desperate to have her, he cupped her hips and lifted her, sliding her up the car until he could bend his head and draw the tightly beaded nipple he had been tormenting into his mouth. And as soon as he did, a hard shudder raced through him. From having nothing of her to being on his way to having everything of her within the space of a few seconds was almost too much for him. Glorious and powerful sensations were overwhelming him. He had feared it would be like this.
    He tightened his hold on her and sucked strongly, pulling at the nipple. Her sweet, mindless moans and gasps entered his brain, inflaming and urging him on.
    Suddenly another sound intruded, a metallic, grating sound, and everything in him tensed, then froze.