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nice break for both of us before we come back here and get ready for the season.“
    Jake’s head came up, his face momentarily expressing some of the annoyance and frustration he was unable to totally repress. „It’s supposed to be a honeymoon, not a ‘nice break.’“
    „Jake-“
    „Heather, I’ve told you I won’t push you. But in return I expect you to let things happen naturally.“
    „Naturally to a man generally means jumping into bed at the first opportunity, doesn’t it?“
    She was teasing him, he thought. It was impossible to tell exactly what she was thinking. The only times he trusted his reading of her responses were those rare moments when he held her in his arms. The temptation to push past her barriers of self-confidence and poise welled up in him.
    „Why are you fighting it, Heather?“
    She didn’t pretend to misunderstand. „Because there’s something in you that I don’t quite understand yet.
    Something I don’t know about you. I can’t explain it any more clearly than that. I just know I need time.“
    He brushed aside the impatience he felt and put out a hand to touch the side of her cheek. „There are things I don’t know or understand yet about you, either. But I think if we are honest with each other on this level…“ He set down his glass and leaned forward to brush his mouth lingeringly across hers. „I think if we are honest on this level,“ he continued in a voice that was thickening slightly, „the rest will follow.“
    He let his lips hover above hers, watching both emotion and intelligence flicker in her hazel eyes. She did want him, he told himself exultantly. All he had to do was find a way to release her from the bonds of restraint she had placed on herself. He wanted to free the passionate rebel that must still be locked inside her somewhere.
    Deliberately he lowered his mouth again, delighting in the small tremor that went through her when he crushed her lips beneath his own. She tasted of sweet womanly promise and of cognac; of late-night warmth and barriers that were not quite so strong at this hour. And when he thrust his tongue past her teeth, Jake was certain he tasted the beginnings of passion.
    Slowly he crowded against her, removing the glass from her hand without lifting his mouth from hers. Her fingertips came up to sink into the fabric of his jacket and when he groaned in response she slid her hands inside.
    „Your fingers feel so good on me,“ he growled against her mouth. „So good.“
    „Oh, Jake….“
    „Relax, honey. We’re going to take this slow. Slow and soft.“ But it will be thorough, he vowed silently as the fierce desire stoked the fires that had been simmering in him all evening. It would be thorough; complete. And when it was over she would belong to him.
    Holding her mouth gently captive he began to explore the alluring curve at the place where her throat and shoulder merged. There was an intriguing vulnerability about her there. At his touch she twisted a little, whether in invitation or reaction he couldn’t be certain. But it felt good. The gentle curve of her breasts pressed against him and quite suddenly he was certain that the daring gown had no built-in bra.
    But the lecture about her dress would have to come later. At the moment he was enjoying the garment too much.
    He moved more heavily against her, wanting to feel the length of her body under his. She seemed to sink obediently in the leather love seat, her softness accommodating the hard planes and angles of him.
    Opening his mouth on hers, he invited her inside, and when her tongue hesitantly accepted the sensual invitation, Jake’s pulse pounded in reaction. Reining in his impulse to shred the light silk of her dress, he carefully drew his hand down its surface to find the sweet roundness of her breast.
    He heard the catch in her breath as he let his palm graze enticingly over the hardening nipple.
    „You feel so good,“ he muttered. The urge to see the taut