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was as familiar to her as her own favorite perfume. Why did the blasted elevator have to move so slowly?
    She could feel his gaze on her face and knew he was aware of the quickening tempo of the pulse in her temple. He had always been aware of the slightest betrayal in her responses and used that knowledge to launch his assaults with devastating effectiveness.
    “Do you remember the first time you rode in the private elevator at my office in Sydney?”
    She stiffened and felt the muscles of her abdomen tense as an explosion of heat tore through her. “No.”
    “I do.” His voice was velvet soft in her ear. “We’d been married only a few weeks and you decided you wanted to visit Bandor Tower and see where I worked. We’d just made love that morning but it hadn’t been enough for either of us. Something exploded between us. I stopped the elevator between the floors …”
    Sara felt her breasts tauten and swell beneath the soft velvet of the bodice of her gown as the memory of those wild and primitive moments in the elevator replayed in her mind: Jordan’s frantic urgency as he had pulled her down on the carpeted floor of the elevator, his face strained with hunger above her, her own cries as he had driven into her again and again and again.…
    He took a half step back in the elevator, and she could feel his gaze on her naked flesh as she had on the terrace. “Lord, you have beautiful skin.” His index finger touched her with whisper lightness in the exact hollow of her spine. “Pale and satin smooth.”
    His finger moved slowly up her spine to her shoulder blades, leaving a trail of fire and aching pleasure in its wake.
    The elevator had stopped. She should open the gate, she thought desperately, but she couldn’t seem to move. She was rooted, bound by the gossamer pressure of Jordan’s finger on her flesh, captured by the pleasure he was giving her. His finger moved down again, tracing the line of her spine past her waist to the point where her gown ended and her buttocks began to swell gently against the velvet. “And your bottom is absolutely magnificent.” She could hear the harshness of his breathing behind her, and its roughness stroked her, readied her with the same power as the gentleness of his finger. “I have only to watch you walk across the room to get turned on. Not that you wriggle, you just have a little swing that’s full of joy and freedom. I could never get enough of watching you move, Sara.” His hands suddenly slipped beneath the velvet of the gown to cup her buttocks in his palms.
    She gasped, her spine arching as she felt a tingle of hunger that was like an electric shock.
    “It’s been so
long.
” Jordan’s low voice held a note of torment. His hands squeezed gently, rhythmically.“Sometimes I thought I’d go crazy if I couldn’t come inside you and feel you moving.”
    Her eyes closed as she half-leaned back against his shoulder. She wanted to part her legs and feel Jordan’s hands slide around to cup, tease, satisfy. All she had to do was to make the move and Jordan would give her what she needed. Jordan always knew how to please her. He seemed to read her mind when it came to physical pleasure. It was the only time she felt close to him.
    Because that physical nearness was the only part of him that he would share with her.
    The thought brought a rush of pain that chilled the heat of the desire Jordan was building so skillfully. “No!” She pulled away and he slid his hands quickly up her back. She fumbled at the gate until she finally managed to get it open. Then she was across the corridor unlocking the door to her loft. “No way!”
    “Sara …” Jordan was beside her, his voice urgent in her ear. “Let me come in. You know you want it. You know you want
me
.”
    She turned to face him, her eyes blazing in her pale face. “Yes, I want you. But it doesn’t matter. Do you understand? I want a husband who can give me more than you’re offering me. I want to know