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an assault, every instinct rallied to fight
    back. But the skirmish loosed other powers, powers that involved more and more response.
    His hands slid down from her shoulders, his fingers probing through the silk to find the contours of her slender
    back. „My God!“ he murmured huskily, not quite lifting his mouth from hers. „I’ve dreamed of this for three months.
    You don’t know how I’ve ached----“
    Before she could protest, tell him it was impossible to want a woman so intensely just from three months of
    correspondence, his mouth was once again moving damply, warmly on hers.
    Alina’s senses whirled as the energy in his kiss pulsated throughout her entire body, bringing it curiously alive.
    No, it was impossible not to respond, even if the response was this dangerous impulse to match the challenge in him.
    In some ways, she knew, it would probably be safer to shrink before it But something in her would not allow the
    weakness of such a reaction.
    „Alina, my sweet, passionate Alina!“ he grated. She felt the fine trembling in his hands as they worked their way
    down to her waist and then tugged her lower body closer to his own.
    She was left in no doubt of his highly aroused state. He forced her thighs gently against the heat of his own,
    urging her silently to accept the reality of his need.
    „Jared, please…!“
    „Don’t tell me to stop,“ he pleaded, tracing the line of her jaw with his lips. „I know you too well. You don’t really
    want me to stop, so please, don’t say it!“
    „You can’t know me that well!“ She shivered as his teeth sank gently into her earlobe, closing around the tiny,
    glittering amethyst earring she wore. „Jared! We’ve only written each other a few letters! Be…be reasonable! We’ve
    done nothing but argue….“
    „Trust me, sweetheart,“ he breathed, releasing her ear to bury his face against the nape of her neck. He caught the
    fine, soft hair there with his lips and gently tugged. The tiny sensation of pain was exquisitely, astonishingly erotic.
    Alina gasped.
    She felt the satisfaction in him as she trembled against him, her eyes shut tightly against the unfamiliar level of her
    own reaction. What was the matter with her? This wasn’t like her! It wasn’t how she wanted to be! She had created
    exactly the world in which she wished to live and this sort of passion had no place in it.
    Jared’s hands slipped lower, cupping the roundness of her bottom and sinking his fingers luxuriously into the
    silk-covered flesh.
    „You were right, you know,“ he breathed against her throat, the tip of his tongue tasting her skin. „I have been
    isolated, lonely….“
    „Jared!“ She didn’t want any masculine appeals to her softer instincts! That was an old trick and she was wise to it.
    He lifted his hands slowly along her rib cage until his thumbs rested under the weight of her small breasts. „Don’t
    fight me,“ he begged, inhaling the scent of her. „I’ve been wanting you for so long. Wanting your passion, your fire,
    your warmth…“
    „Stop it, please, stop it!“ she hissed and then swallowed thickly as his thumbs sought the budding tips of her
    unconfined breasts. „You don’t understand!“
    „What don’t I understand?“ he challenged. „I know you so well.“
    „Damn you, Jared Troy!“ she rasped, „I won’t let you do this to me! I’ve found my world, created my own niche in
    it You’re not going to come along and ruin everything!“
    With every ounce of strength at her command, she pushed against the solidity of his chest She succeeded in
    forcing a small distance between them, and then his hands went back around her, not pulling her close, but locking her
    within the confines of a loose embrace. Green eyes flamed avidly, longingly over her as she ripped her head up to face
    him.
    „Don’t be afraid of me,“ he murmured as if soothing a frightened young filly. He swayed her gently to and fro in his
    arms. „There’s nothing