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molded herself to his hard frame.
    Her mind was clouded. There was no time to think or reason. She was lost in the cloudy, shadowed world of sensation. When his lips moved to her neck she tilted her head to give him greater access. When his big hands cupped her bottom and lifted her slightly she settled herself snugly into the cradle of his thighs.
    "Juliet." He groaned her name. His lips were buried in the silken, scented hollow of her throat. His whole body was taut with an aching urgency that had swept over him, unexpectedly and unconditionally, the moment he'd felt her soft, sweet mouth open under his.
    The force of his own desire left him reeling. When was the last time a woman's kiss had so thoroughly shattered his control? Caine Saxon had always been the master of his passions. As an athlete, he had trained his body to obey his mind, and his iron self-control extended to any situation in the physical realm.
    But this time the driving need that surged through him was beyond his mind's control. He held her tightly, possessively, as he trailed a path of stinging little kisses along the slender curve of her neck. Her sweetly feminine scent intoxicated him. The feel of her rounded softness pressed hotly against him totally clouded his rational thinking processes.
    Juliet felt the urgency within him, felt his hands become more demanding, his caresses more intimate. His breathing was rapid and shallow, as was her own, and his heart was thundering beneath her fingertips. She sensed his control was tentative at best, and a heady power warmed her. He wanted her. He was aching for her, throbbing for her. She could feel the full force of his arousal.
    "Juliet, I want you." His voice was hoarse and he clutched her fiercely. "I've never wanted any woman as much as I want you this moment."
    His own admission floored him. It was true, but he'd had no intention of telling her\ The words had simply slipped out, another symptom of his shocking loss of self-control. Caine Saxon was not given to passionate declarations. The fact that he'd made this one alarmed him.
    Juliet snuggled closer to him, filled with a sudden surge of tenderness for him. She'd never before inspired such unabashed masculine need. The men she'd known were so calm and controlled. None had ever been swept away with passion, nor had they inspired a similar abandon in her. But Caine . . .
    "This is crazy!" he exclaimed. His hands closed around her shoulders and he drew back slightly to look at her. It was a major tactical error, he admitted to himself with a silent groan. She looked incredibly, sensually appealing. Her lips were softly swollen from his kisses, her dark hair was slightly tousled,and her eyes were a deep violet shade. "Juliet, I—I'd—we—" He cleared his throat.
    She was looking at him in a way that blotted out his thoughts. "I think I'd better leave now," he finally managed to say. He began to back slowly away from her. Her steady gaze was mesmerizing him. He had to get away before he was totally consumed by her . . . power?
    He was afraid of her! Juliet thought. The dawning realization filled her with incredulity—and amusement. But the look on his face, the way he was moving away from her, as if willing her not to drag him back, was unmistakable. Caine Saxon was a full foot taller than she and outweighed her by well over a hundred pounds, but he was afraid of her!
    "Caine," she called sweetly, experimenting with her newly discovered power. She held out her hand to him and watched in fascination as he visibly struggled to resist taking it. He wanted to come back to her. He was waging an internal civil war to stay away from her. The knowledge thrilled her. She felt as irresistible as Delilah, as influential as Eve. He made her feel unique, and as one of three identical sisters, she'd never felt unique in her entire life! She was always part of a matched set.
    "I'll talk to Sophia and . . . uh, be in touch," Caine said. He turned and headed for the