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how bad it made his neck hurt. With a groan, he lifted her up and set her on the deep freeze, then stood erect now that she was on a level with him. Both hands cupping her face, fingers sliding into her hair, he kissed her again deeply, his tongue probing, hers answering. Their hearts hammered rapidly, and both gulped for air when they finally broke apart.
    “I kept thinking,” Kirk murmured, “about how you tasted this morning, how you felt in my arms. I wondered if it would still be the same.” He stroked a finger down her face until it rested on the small scar on her chin. “My memory didn’t lie, but this time was better.” He grinned. “Now, you taste like chocolate.”
    “Oh.”
    “I like the taste of chocolate.”
    “So you . . . so you said.”
    He smiled. “May I have another taste?”
    Liss swallowed hard, fighting the sensual pull of his touch, his soft, seductive voice. She wouldn’t let herself be swayed by either, she vowed.
    “No,” she said.
     “Liss . . .” He stroked one thumb over her moist, red lower lip. Her eyes, shadowed, ever changing, were mysterious, so alluring he wanted to go on watching their varying expressions forever. He caressed her lips again and watched the luminosity of those fantastic eyes intensify. Her lips trembled and she tried to turn her head aside, but his hands held her still as he gazed at her. “If you won’t let me kiss you again, at least let me look at you.” Then in a rough whisper, he blurted out what he was thinking before considering how it would sound. “Good Christ, Liss. If a kiss makes you glow like that, what must a climax do?”
           He saw shock flood her eyes and instantly regretted his blunt words. She blinked and, in that short moment, dispersed the unearthly radiance their kiss had generated. “You . . . louse!” she gasped. “Let me go!” She jerked free, swinging her legs up and around him, and slid off the freezer even as he tried to stop her.
    “Hey, come on,” he said, blocking her path. “How come I’m suddenly a louse? What did I do that was so terrible? I kissed you, for the love of Mike! It wasn’t against your will. You kissed me back. I’m sorry if I was out of line, mentioning a climax, but if you think kisses like that don’t lead to lovemaking, you’re wrong.”
    Where are your brains? Liss castigated herself. One of this man’s lovers had been there that morning; yet another was in the living room now, doubtless conspiring with Mrs. Healey to get rid of her. And there she was in the pantry letting him kiss her, kissing him back, listening to talk of climaxes and lovemaking and . . . Lord! In less than forty-eight hours, how had she managed to get herself into such a situation?
    “Lovemaking?” she said scathingly, as much to convince herself as to convince him. “Not between you and me, they don’t.”
    “Why not? I’m a man. You’re a woman. We’re both well past the age of consent, and believe me, a kiss like that suggests consent.”
    “In your dreams! You said yourself,” she went on before he could get a word in, “that we have to try to share this place in some kind of harmony, and we won’t if you come on to me whenever you feel like a cheap thrill. So keep your kisses for other women. I don’t want any part of them.”
    “Don’t you? You did only moments ago.”
    “Because you took me by surprise,” she defended herself. “But I have a surprise for you. Another of your girlfriends is here.”
    He frowned as he stepped back, setting her free. “Who?”
    Liss laughed. She scooped up the bag of groceries, dropped the sugar box into it, and said over her shoulder as she headed into the kitchen, “Does it matter?”
    Kirk felt overheated and disgruntled as he followed her. “Of course it matters.” Who in hell did Liss Tremayne think was his girlfriend? he wondered. He sat on a chair at the end of the table to pull off his boots. It had been several months since he’d had anyone