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wore in place, he touched skin without any barriers with his first effort, his hand snug between her breasts, as she savored the feel of his touch against her bare, sensitive flesh. That fine touch was so sensual that she trembled and when he reached deeper inside her blouse, his hand warm against her tummy as he reached over mere inches to caress her nipple with gentle fingers that knew very well what they did, she quivered so much that he laughed. Her taut nipple ached for more and so did she.
    “I take that as approval,” he whispered to her, his voice as soft and sibilant as the night wind that ruffled her hair.
    “Yes,” her voice came out as almost a moan.
    “Then do you like this?”
    Darien took her mouth with force, devoured her lips with hunger and passion. His strength as he kissed her amazed her as his muscles strained against her with such power that she felt caught by a force of nature, carried away by the floodwaters or shaken by an earthquake. Such raw energy drew her in, like a moth dancing around a light in darkness. Stella could not say no, could never deny such intense dominance nor did she want to do anything but yield.
    He slid her arms from the sleeves of her blouse and then pulled it over her head in one motion. Stella smoldered with his touch and felt so hot that she thought her skin might ignite. When Darien put his dark head, his long hair trailing against her skin, and kissed her breasts with reverence, she thought she might die from wanting him.
    As the crescendo began to build within, he reached to undo her jeans even as she struggled to kick them away but just as the denim reached her knees, a shrill, raucous sound shattered the mood and the night. The insistent noise echoed off the trees and rang in her ears, almost painful. Darien’s hands paused on her skin, and then stopped.
    “I must apologize, sweet Stella, but I must answer that.”
    That noise, that deafening interruption was nothing more than the telephone, Stella thought, and shook her head with disappointment as she pulled up her jeans and reached for her other garments. By the time, Darien returned, with two fresh flutes of champagne in his hands, she had dressed and her desire had ebbed away into the shadows.
    “I am so sorry,” he said, offering her a flute in mute apology.
    “That was Sanderson…”
    Stella felt caught, like a teenager making out in the back of a car, embarrassed that their principal called during such a passionate moment.
    “What did he want?” Her voice sounded as petulant as a spoiled child.
    “He is having a department meeting in the morning.” Darien said. I have to be there at the beastly hour of seven.”
    The mood of moments earlier had vanished, the romance trumped by both telephone and duty.
    “I really should go,” Stella said as she drained her flute in a single gulp. The rush of alcohol made her dizzy for a moment and she swayed as she stood. Darien rose to steady her, his hands feverish on her arms. “It must be late.”
    She thought he might argue with her and beg her to stay. If he did, she was more than willing, but instead he nodded.
    “Very well, as you wish. I shall deliver you home.”
    On the brief ride back to her apartment, they said little but as before, he insisted on walking her into the building and to her door.
    She had almost decided he was perturbed at her hasty exit but after she unlocked her door and turned to him, Darien seized and kissed her.

    His lips scorched her and his hands moved over her body at will, hot and insistent. Her head whirled and she clung to him as the one steady object in a world of chaos. Her body answered his call, caught his unholy flame, and blazed with it. He could have taken her at any moment and she could not have denied him but he pulled away, leaving her lips swollen but not sated.
    “Whatever we have, this attraction, this desire, will not be forsworn,” Darien softly growled.
    “Good night, Stella, my shining star.”
    “Good