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easy. Did he rattle you?”
    Beth blinked rapidly. “I guess so. He was really hurting me.”
    Bram opened his arms. “Come here,mouse . Erase that memory with me.”
    Beth ran to him, snuggling against his broad chest. He held her tightly, smoothing her hair.
    “Better?” he asked gently.
    “Yes,” she whispered.
    He moved to let her go, and she clung. “Hold me,” she begged. “Just a little longer.”
    He complied, enfolding her again. Beth closed her eyes and relaxed against him. She had never been held by a man, only by inexperienced boys who grabbed her awkwardly and didn’t know where to put their hands. Bram held her easily, with the confidence of long practice.
    “Look at that moon,” Beth murmured dreamily, seeing it through the window over his shoulder. “When it’s full like that you can see all the craters.”
    “That’s a reckless moon,” Bram said, a smile in his voice. “That’s what an old sea dog I shipped out with once used to call it. A moon like that makes you do things you wouldn’t do otherwise. It makes you foolish.”
    Beth sighed, burrowing into his shoulder. He smelled good, clean and fresh, an impression enhanced by the starch in his shirt. His body was hard and firm where she touched him. She felt languid, dreamy, but had a heightened awareness of Bram’s maleness at the same time.
    “Come on, mousie,” Bram said, holding her at arm’s length. “Eat your dinner before it gets cold.”
    “I’m not hungry,” Beth said, looking up at him.
    As he gazed down at her, his expression seemed to change. The amusement left his face and was replaced by a dawning realization of their closeness, and her response to him. Slowly, he bent and pressed his lips to hers.
    Beth kissed him back eagerly, unsure of what she was doing, but guided by a rush of desire such as she had never felt before in her life. Bram had meant to kiss her briefly, sweetly, but when he felt her lips opening under his, her slender, curved body pressing into him, he forgot her age, her father, and everything else. This was a lovely woman who wanted him, and he was not used to declining such invitations.
    Beth wound her arms around his neck, afraid that he might pull away at any second. She knew instinctively that the way to hold him was to carry him into deep waters fast, where he would be too involved to break the embrace. She grew bolder, caressing him, and his gasp of pleasure was her reward.
    “Baby, you don’t know what you’re doing,” he whispered hoarsely, lifting his mouth from hers.
    “Teach me,” she responded. “Teach me everything I need to know.”
    He groaned and pulled at the collar of her terry robe. As he kissed her neck and exposed shoulder, Beth could smell the liquor on his breath, faint and acerbic. He wouldn’t make love to me if he were cold sober, she thought fleetingly, and then pushed the idea away. She didn’t care. He was the most exciting man she’d ever met, and his kisses drove the sloppy pawings of her high school beaux from her mind.
    His mouth returned to hers, urgently, and he bent to pick her up, carrying her the few steps to the divan near the door. He set her down gently and then dropped next to her, cradling her against him. Beth lay back and watched him, silently, as he unbelted her short terry robe and discarded it, moving immediately to kiss her breasts, covered only by the bra top of her bathing suit. His lips traveled over the soft flesh, and Beth arched her back, whimpering and holding his head, tangling her fingers in his thick hair. When he reached for the catch at the back of her top, she lifted herself to accommodate him. He pulled it from her and dropped it on the floor.
    “Beautiful,” he murmured. “So beautiful.” He gathered her to him, pressing his mouth to the valley between her breasts, where Beth had never felt the touch of a man’s lips. She sighed and closed her eyes. He moved, teasing first one nipple and then the other with his tongue.