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from the magnetism of his
gaze.
    “You’re
so beautiful,” he murmured, his voice hoarser than normal. He brushed her cheek
with his knuckles again. “Even more beautiful than you were before.”
    Allison
swallowed hard, desire pulsing through her body and tightening her muscles. “Michael,
I’m not sure this is a good idea.”
    “Why
not?” He adjusted on the couch so he could take her face in both of his warm
hands. “You can’t tell me you don’t want this too.”
    “That’s
not the point.” Quite against her will, Allison’s head fell back into his hands
and her spine arched slightly, stretching her top against her breasts. The
throw she’d been wrapped up in had fallen down past her waist. “I’m just not
sure it’s smart or…or…”
    Her
voice trailed off as Michael’s face eased so close to hers she could feel his
breath on her skin. “Or what?”
    “Smart,”
she said stupidly.
    At
the moment, she couldn’t remember why she’d been so resistant. He wanted her.
She wanted him. One night and nothing more.
    “Very
true,” he murmured, his voice an erotic caress, just before he kissed her.
    His
mouth was searching and skillful, and she opened to him almost immediately. His
hands tangled in her hair as he held her head in place for his kiss, and she
moaned low in her throat as his tongue explored her mouth and slid along her lips.
    Overwhelmed
by the hot power of him, Allison wrapped her arms around his neck, trying to
pull him even closer. She pressed her breasts against his chest, eager for
friction wherever she could get it. And the warm, male scent of him surrounded
her, drove her to distraction.
    She
clawed at his back in the first surge of eagerness, but soon she melted into
the embrace enough to slide one hand up to stroke his hair, making sure to
avoid the bandage. And eventually she became conscious that Michael’s hands had
moved as well, caressing her body as he pressed it even more tightly against
his.
    She
gasped as their mouths broke apart, and her head fell back as Michael trailed
his lips along her jaw and down the line of her neck. Washed with waves of heat
and desire, she moaned again, this one long, low, and hoarse.
    Michael
tightened against her. She could feel the tension in his muscles, knew he was
just as turned on as she was. He fondled one of her breasts as he raised his
face for another deep kiss.
    Her
arousal was wet and aching, and she squirmed in his arms as the kiss grew
increasingly urgent.
    Only
when she felt his hand dip under the edge of her top to stroke her bare skin
did she realize what was about to happen.
    It
would be so easy—to let Michael make love to her, to share another intensely
pleasurable night, to get swept away in this powerful lust.
    But
she didn’t know Michael anymore. Didn’t necessarily trust him. And something
inside her hinted that he wouldn’t be an easy man to get over.
    It
hadn't been easy the first time.
    So
she pulled back, flushed and panting, and managed to choke out, “We better
stop.”
    Michael
froze, nearly shaking with coiled tension. “Why?”
    “It’s
too soon for me. And…and I don’t know if I want it.”
    For
a moment, she didn’t know how he would react. Then he gave a brief nod.
“Understood.”
    She
peered at him, feeling embarrassed and uncertain and still shuddering with
desire. “Are you mad?”
    “Of
course not.” He smiled at her, a familiar expression that let her release her
pent breath. “I suppose we can find something else to do.”
    They
looked around the living room, at the powerless lights, television, computer,
and stereo system.
    Maybe
they could find cards or a board game, tucked in a closet somewhere. At least
they could turn on the portable radio.
    “Besides,”
Michael continued, his voice husky again, “It’s still early. Maybe you’ll
change your mind.”

Chapter Three
     
    After some searching,
they found an old game of Monopoly on the top shelf of a closet in one of