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situation was entirely intolerable. “If you would just release me, we could continue our conversation.”
    “I don’t want to talk. I want to kiss you. Now say my name.”
    She blinked. He’d said it. He’d actually said the “K” word. Kiss! She hadn’t misread the situation. And just a minute before, Jamal had said he found her attractive. No man ever had before. She knew she wasn’t really the attractive type. She didn’t know how to be. It was her clothes, her hair, or maybe her glasses. She looked at the magazines and wanted to make a change, but she didn’t know how to translate what they were doing on the page to something she would be comfortable in. It had always been easier not to try.
    The same with men. She’d held herself back because she’d felt so awkward. Now she was sorry she didn’t have more experience.
    “What are you thinking?” Jamal asked.
    Heidi looked at him. “Nothing.”
    “You’re lying again. I wonder if the king knows about this character flaw.”
    “Jamal! You’re not helping the situation.”
    “Actually, I am.” He drew her even closer, which she hadn’t thought possible. “Now say my name again.”
    “Why?”
    “Because I like how it sounds.”
    She glared at him, trying to ignore the way his dark eyes seemed to reflect lights of the stars overhead. Or maybe it was the lamps lining the path.
    “Why does everything have to be about you?”
    He grinned, his white teeth flashing in contrast to the shadows on his face. “Because it’s more fun that way.”
    “I don’t want to do this with you.”
    “How do you know until you’ve tried it? I happen to be a spectacular kisser.”
    “I wouldn’t know about that, but I do know you’re a legend in your own mind.”
    “Don’t be critical until you’ve sampled my charms.”
    Her heart seemed to be tap dancing inside her chest. She was having trouble breathing. “I’m not interested in your charms.”
    Instead of responding, he touched her mouth with his thumb and forefinger. “Relax,” he told her. “Let these muscles go. Now say my name.”
    “Jamal.” She clipped the word at the end, making a tight, very unrelaxed sort of sound.
    “No. Slowly. Draw it out.”
    The man was insane. She was insane. She was also starting to enjoy being this close to him. He was strong and broad, and oddly enough, he actually made her feel safe.
    “Jamal,” she repeated, closing her eyes and speaking as he’d requested.
    She waited. But instead of hearing how she’d done, there was the lightest, sweetest pressure against her mouth.
    He was kissing her. Kissing her!
    Heidi’s eyes popped open. She couldn’t believe it. She’d never really had a kiss before. Not from an eligible man. Certainly never by someone with Jamal’s reputation. If the tabloids could be believed, he’d made love to more women than James Bond, and then some.
    But there he was, holding her close. She couldn’t see much of his face, but his right eye appeared to be closed. She closed hers again and concentrated on the feel of his lips against hers.
    He was warm and soft in a kind of firm way. It wasn’t unpleasant. In fact she felt a distinct increase in the heat between them.
    He cupped the back of her head. His fingers were strong, yet gentle. The arm around her waist held her firmly, but she didn’t feel trapped. Mostly, the kiss was very nice. She liked how he moved back and forth, as if he had to learn all about her mouth. Maybe she should put her hands on his shoulders or something.
    “Relax,” he murmured.
    “I am relaxed.”
    “No. Your mouth is puckered.”
    She concentrated and realized her lips were pursed together, like a child waiting for a kiss from a parent. This time the heat didn’t just flare on her face. It raced through her body and made her want to bolt for safety.
    “Don’t even think about it,” he told her, tightening his grip on her waist. “Just think about saying my name.”
    She was about to protest that this