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her eyes again. He didn’t look at her face, but rather at the small emerald, which lay just below the hollow of her throat. With infinite care he brushed aside the collar of her taupe blouse so that he could view the necklace more clearly. His hands touched her heated skin. One fingertip stroked there, smoothing the gift into place with a tender, almost tentative touch, making her pulse leap. Then his gaze met hers. His gentle breath brushed her temple as he whispered, “It looks beautiful on you.”
    Beautiful. That was a word that had never been associated with her in any way. Emotions swelled, exploded. Driven by a blind need she’d never experienced before, Dana slid her arms around his neck and hugged herself close to his big body. The sensation of hard muscle against giving softness, male to female, was enough to make her groan out loud. Her belly drew tight, as did her nipples.
    She’d meant to thank him, to show her gratitude with a friendly hug. But she made the mistake of raising her face, and she saw his mouth so close to her own.
    She kissed him.

CHAPTER THREE
    R.J. CAUGHT his breath as Dana’s mouth lifted to his with an innocent, instinctive curiosity. She was a very soft, feminine weight in his arms, her scent sweet and warm, unique. His eyes never closed; instead he watched her, saw the excitement on her features, the flush in her cheeks. He was acutely aware of her heartbeat drumming against his chest.
    And he was aware of the fullness in his groin.
    He couldn’t believe Dana Dillinger had given him a hard-on, but there was no denying the truth. He wanted her, and it was only the novelty of the moment, his own enthralled disbelief, that kept him from carrying her to the desk and laying her across it to finish what she had unknowingly started.
    Yet all she’d done was give him a chaste schoolgirl’s kiss.
    Her eyes were closed, and her breath came in ragged pants. She pressed her mouth more firmly against his, and her small hands tangled in the hair at his nape. She gave a soft, hungry groan, a low vibration of sound that proved she was as turned on as he.
    The rush of unexpected lust threw him off balance—a feeling he didn’t like and wouldn’t accept. R.J. gripped her upper arms and moved her a fewinches away, putting necessary space between their bodies. He could feel her trembling, and he could feel the pulsing excitement in his groin. “Dana.”
    Her lashes slowly lifted at the sound of her name. Almost immediately, she dropped her hands away from his neck with a gasp. Red hot color washed over her pale cheekbones, and she struggled to turn away.
    He held tight, refusing to let her hide herself until she explained what had happened—though his body understood very well.
    â€œI…I’m sorry!” She looked mortified, an expression he’d never seen on her face before. Dana was always cool and poised. His hands tightened in automatic reflex, making her wince. “R.J.”
    With a curse, he released her and paced away. Never in his adult life had he felt awkward with a woman. He had a very neatly prescribed place for the women in his life; they were either family, and therefore given his loyalty and protection without qualification, or they were lovers, kept at a distance, meant to share his bed but little else.
    And then there was Dana.
    He turned back to her, his confusion well hidden. He eyed her averted face. “Dana, are you all right?”
    She was rubbing her arms, but stopped the telling motion the second he looked at her. Right before his eyes, her poise appeared like a velvet curtain, masking her dismay. He realized with sudden clarity that her coolness was as much a deliberate facade as hiscalm, and it enraged him that she could so easily deceive him.
    He didn’t give a damn how she presented herself to the rest of the world. But for him, he wanted honesty, and nothing held back.
    With a patently false smile, she