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are also not out working on the train tracks.”
    “That’s totally illogical,” Amanda said, stunned that he’d attacked her precious philosophers. “How can you say such things?”
    “It’s easy.” Luke slid his hands around her waist, tortured by the feel of her in his arms. She felt even better close, her body squirming against his, her skin like satin beneath his rough fingers. “You’ve got to judge for yourself. Like this.”
    Somehow, he was kissing her, his fingers tangled in her hair, his other arm wrapped around her waist, holding her still. The passion of their argument was transformed into a heat between them that had nothing to do with logic and everything to do with feelings. Luke eased his mouth from hers, then buried his face in her neck, tasting her, touching her, unable to get enough of the feel of her soft skin and her innocent, mindless response.
    Amanda gasped, allowing him to caress her, liking the surprising contrast of his gentle manner with the sandpaper roughness of his fingers. No man had ever touched her like this before, like she’d read about, written about, and imagined. It was better than she had thought; confusing and exciting at the same time. When his hand moved from her throat down to her breast, lightly cupping the round fullness in one hand, she could feel her heart flutter against his fingers. Her face flushed hotter, and she struggled to regain control, to stop all this before things got out of hand.
    “The frontier theory…” Amanda whispered breathlessly.
    “Right. The frontier theory.” Leaning closer, Luke kissed her into silence, then let his mouth trail along her cheekbone and throat. He had expected a fight, and instead tasted a desire on her lips that equaled his own. Her pulse throbbed against his tongue and he heard her unmistakable gasp of passion as his mouth brushed enticingly against the intricacy of her ear. Physical pleasure, heightened by intellectual fencing, was an intoxicant that apparently neither one of them wanted to resist. Luke wondered if all college women were like this, and decided it wasn’t a bad idea to educate a woman after all.
    Amanda sighed, reveling in the warm feeling of his body close to hers. For the first time in her life, her mind deserted her, and she didn’t care. The room grew hotter, the candle flickered, and Amanda could only think of the incredible sensations that raced through her, the feeling of this man’s lips against her. His hand returned to her breast, his thumb lightly grazing the sensitive nipple, arousing her, introducing her to an entirely new level of feeling. Amanda fought with the logic that told her this was ridiculous, then with the feelings that urged her young body to take what he was offering. Having denied herself all the normal experiences that most girls took for granted, she had no defense against his seduction, and absolutely no desire for any. She wanted to live, to touch, to be held, loved. She wanted him. It was as simple as that.
    Yet her mind rebelled, even as she urged his mouth back to hers, answering him in an instinctive, ageless way, without words. She couldn’t do this. God, but she wanted to. His hand reached up behind her, effortlessly undoing her buttons and releasing her from the prison of her clothes, the dress, the tightly laced corset, then finally, her shift. Conflict gripped her as he pressed his mouth to her soft flesh, making her breath stop short and her knees weaken. She was standing within his arms, holding onto him for balance as his tongue teased her, drawing sensual patterns against her breast. His mouth closed upon a nipple, sucking powerfully, making her gasp in surprise and pleasure. Shock tingled through her as his mouth moved lower, his fingers artfully exploring her body, sweeping down past her slender waist and thighs, then touching her there, where she was throbbing and aching, wanting him…
    “It’s all right,” he whispered soothingly, lowering her to the