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their bodies together, hips rotating and gliding in promise of things to come.
           Jeff slid one hand from her small waist over her ribs to cup a breast, working the nipple with his fingertips until it stood out pebble hard. She moaned when he finally broke the kiss, but he continued to hold her pressed tightly against his lower body. “I'm going too fast, I know, but I've wanted to do this ever since you sat across from me in the coffee shop eating that damned cheeseburger.”
           “I wanted it, too...but a woman has to be careful,” she murmured, stroking his jaw with her fingers. “You must've shaved really close tonight.”
           “There are places I don't want to give you whisker burn,” he said wickedly. Then, stepping back, he lifted her arm and the roses over his shoulder. “I think you'd better get these into water before they wilt.”
           “Think you can wait?” she asked with a cheeky grin.
           He looked down at the bulge in his jeans with a rueful laugh. “Believe me, I've been in no danger of wilting since I met you!”
           Gilly could feel the heat stealing into her cheeks. “You can make me blush like a schoolgirl.” That fact did not induce her to take her eyes from his jeans, however.
           “I find the trait endearing; but if you don't want me to ravish you right here on the entry floor, you'd better stop looking and blushing.”
           “Right. I think we should at least take advantage of the carpet in front of the fireplace.” She turned in a cloud of gold and black silk and headed for the kitchen. “You can open the wine while I put these in water.”
           She picked up a Baccarat vase from the library table and headed toward the kitchen with Jeff following, admiring the way her hips swayed, faintly outlined through the sheer fabric of the caftan.
           “Where's the corkscrew?” he asked as she filled the cut-crystal vase with water.
           “Er, over there,” she said vaguely, gesturing in the direction of a bank of drawers on the island in the center of the kitchen. She thought she remembered that Bill kept his wine paraphernalia somewhere in there. She prayed he did. Stupid! Why didn't you search for the damned corkscrew when you brought the wine home?
           When she turned her attention back to arranging the roses, he rummaged through a couple of the drawers and located the implement, then opened the bottle with practiced ease. She turned and watched as he completed the task. Of course, he'd know all about fine wines. She only hoped the man at the wine shop hadn't steered her wrong on the Chardonnay.
           He inspected the vintage with raised eyebrows. “I'm impressed.” When she picked up the bowl of shrimp and the beluga canapés and carried them into the living room, he thought, I'm also in way over my head. This woman was used to the finer things, no doubt about it. He pushed the troubling thought out of his mind and followed her, placing the wine bucket on the low kidney-shaped table near the fire.
           Gilly arranged the food while he poured the cold golden liquid into two of Charis' Waterford flutes. They settled down on a big pile of pillows she had artfully arranged directly in front of the crackling fire. Handing her a glass, he raised his to salute her. When she responded, the clear ring of crystal sang in the air, air now filled with intense anticipation. As they sipped, their eyes never broke contact.
           Jeff leaned forward and skewered a fat shrimp from the bowl. He held it out for her to take a bite. When she did so, he popped the other half into his mouth. Suddenly, Gilly had difficulty remembering how to chew. He smiled at her, and she took his dare, picking up a canapé and offering him a bite. As he swallowed it, she watched the movement of his throat. Even the man's Adam's apple was sexy!
           “I saw that once in a