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realize
what's happening."
"You poor man," she said coolly.
He glared at her. "Do you think I can help it?"
"No," she sighed,
turning away. "I don't suppose she can
help it, either."
He came up behind her, his
warm, strong hands clasping her arms. She
trembled at their touch, so aware of him physically that it made her ache.
His
fingers contracted rhythmically, as if he liked the silky feel of her skin. His breath in
her hair was warm and not quite steady.
"We
can fly to Miami, and then I can drive you to your parents' house.
That will accomplish two things: satisfy my sense of honesty and get Bess out
of my hair."
So he
wasn't planning to stay, thank God. But what would her parents
say at this unexpected visit? They were bound to wonder why she'd cut her
vacation short and why King was with her. This entire situation was
totally ludicrous. Yet, despite herself, her heart went out to King in
his predicament, and she reasoned
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it wouldn't hurt her
work any to touch base in Florida. Maybe her parents wouldn't have to
see King, and they'd never know that anything was amiss.
"All right," she agreed. "I'll go."
"Good girl."
She turned
and looked up at him. "Yes, I am," she said quietly.
"Try to remember that the next time you decide to make a pass
at me."
He
searched her soft blue eyes. "You and I are an explosive mixture,
aren't we?" he asked, his voice deep and measured.
Her nails
were making quiet patterns on his shirt- front while she looked
at him. "Until last night, I never really understood why women
couldn't stop men from making love to them," she confessed.
"It's very hard to stop, isn't it?"
He smiled indulgently.
"Well, a woman can tease a man
until he's desperate to have her."
"I
tease sometimes," she admitted slowly, search ing his darkening
eyes, "but I don't really mean it. Not as a
come-on." She lowered her gaze to his throat. "I've
always wanted to be more like Bess," she said.
"Sophisticated and worldly and very desirable. But the minute a man comes
too close, I freeze. All those old inhibitions rear up, and I
run. But I don't mean to be cruel. It's...like a fantasy."
He tilted
her face up to his. "I think I've always known that,
Elissa," he said quietly. "And I know you weren't teasing
me. Not deliberately, anyway,"
he added with a
smile. "Though you did get a little wild."
She blushed feverishly.
"What
I'm trying to explain," he continued, trac ing her cheek, "is that I was
frustrated and I couldn't do anything about
it. I ended up saying a lot of things I
didn't mean."
"So did I," she replied. "I—I ached."
"Not
half as much as I did," he said with a mock groan. He pushed her long hair away from
her face. "I lay awake half the night,
picturing you nude, on the beach, your arms open for me," he said huskily.
"Why,
that's just what I—!" She stopped, her mouth open, horrified
at what she'd admitted.
"There's
nothing to be ashamed of," he said gently. "You're human. So am I. We
had a little too much to drink, we
quarreled—that's all."
"King,
you—you won't try to seduce me?" she asked, afraid that he
might out of frustration over Bess and knowing from last night's experience
that he wouldn't meet much resistance.
"Could I?" he asked
in a smooth, sensuous tone, searching her
wide eyes.
"Yes," she admitted, lowering her gaze.
His own
reaction startled him; it was instantaneous and overwhelming, and he caught his breath
as his body tautened. He saw her blush
scarlet at the aware ness of what
was happening to him, and he muttered unsteadily,
"This is absurd."
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"King?"
she whispered, her body throbbing wildly from the knowledge of
what her response had done to him.
"Oh,
what the hell," he breathed, and he bent to her mouth.
His lips
came down on hers and opened them sensuously, while his arms lifted her
against him, savor ing her soft weight. He carried her to the huge king-size
bed and placed her carefully on
what's happening."
"You poor man," she said coolly.
He glared at her. "Do you think I can help it?"
"No," she sighed,
turning away. "I don't suppose she can
help it, either."
He came up behind her, his
warm, strong hands clasping her arms. She
trembled at their touch, so aware of him physically that it made her ache.
His
fingers contracted rhythmically, as if he liked the silky feel of her skin. His breath in
her hair was warm and not quite steady.
"We
can fly to Miami, and then I can drive you to your parents' house.
That will accomplish two things: satisfy my sense of honesty and get Bess out
of my hair."
So he
wasn't planning to stay, thank God. But what would her parents
say at this unexpected visit? They were bound to wonder why she'd cut her
vacation short and why King was with her. This entire situation was
totally ludicrous. Yet, despite herself, her heart went out to King in
his predicament, and she reasoned
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Palmer
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King
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it wouldn't hurt her
work any to touch base in Florida. Maybe her parents wouldn't have to
see King, and they'd never know that anything was amiss.
"All right," she agreed. "I'll go."
"Good girl."
She turned
and looked up at him. "Yes, I am," she said quietly.
"Try to remember that the next time you decide to make a pass
at me."
He
searched her soft blue eyes. "You and I are an explosive mixture,
aren't we?" he asked, his voice deep and measured.
Her nails
were making quiet patterns on his shirt- front while she looked
at him. "Until last night, I never really understood why women
couldn't stop men from making love to them," she confessed.
"It's very hard to stop, isn't it?"
He smiled indulgently.
"Well, a woman can tease a man
until he's desperate to have her."
"I
tease sometimes," she admitted slowly, search ing his darkening
eyes, "but I don't really mean it. Not as a
come-on." She lowered her gaze to his throat. "I've
always wanted to be more like Bess," she said.
"Sophisticated and worldly and very desirable. But the minute a man comes
too close, I freeze. All those old inhibitions rear up, and I
run. But I don't mean to be cruel. It's...like a fantasy."
He tilted
her face up to his. "I think I've always known that,
Elissa," he said quietly. "And I know you weren't teasing
me. Not deliberately, anyway,"
he added with a
smile. "Though you did get a little wild."
She blushed feverishly.
"What
I'm trying to explain," he continued, trac ing her cheek, "is that I was
frustrated and I couldn't do anything about
it. I ended up saying a lot of things I
didn't mean."
"So did I," she replied. "I—I ached."
"Not
half as much as I did," he said with a mock groan. He pushed her long hair away from
her face. "I lay awake half the night,
picturing you nude, on the beach, your arms open for me," he said huskily.
"Why,
that's just what I—!" She stopped, her mouth open, horrified
at what she'd admitted.
"There's
nothing to be ashamed of," he said gently. "You're human. So am I. We
had a little too much to drink, we
quarreled—that's all."
"King,
you—you won't try to seduce me?" she asked, afraid that he
might out of frustration over Bess and knowing from last night's experience
that he wouldn't meet much resistance.
"Could I?" he asked
in a smooth, sensuous tone, searching her
wide eyes.
"Yes," she admitted, lowering her gaze.
His own
reaction startled him; it was instantaneous and overwhelming, and he caught his breath
as his body tautened. He saw her blush
scarlet at the aware ness of what
was happening to him, and he muttered unsteadily,
"This is absurd."
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Palmer
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King
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"King?"
she whispered, her body throbbing wildly from the knowledge of
what her response had done to him.
"Oh,
what the hell," he breathed, and he bent to her mouth.
His lips
came down on hers and opened them sensuously, while his arms lifted her
against him, savor ing her soft weight. He carried her to the huge king-size
bed and placed her carefully on
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