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hard wall of his chest brushed against her breasts. At the contact, a spark of burning heat so intense surged through her veins, she gasped out loud. She felt her nipples peak into arousal, as she ached to get nearer to him. In response to her demanding thoughts, she brought her arms up, winding them around his neck.
    “Mmm. Yes - hold me, touch me,” he murmured against her mouth, capturing her bottom lip between his teeth.
    Nicole tucked the renegade lock of hair behind his ear, surprised by the silken fullness of it. Instinctively she pulled him closer, till she felt the full length of his muscular body against her own soft curves.
    A shudder passed through him at the contact. He wanted her. She could feel the hard thrust of his desire as he moved one of his hair-roughened thighs between her smooth ones, bringing his hips in contact with hers.
    Never before had Nicole known such powerful desire, such overwhelming passion. It was almost too much to bear, a pleasure so intense it verged on pain.
    Then suddenly his mouth left hers. “Say my name, Nicole. I want to hear how much you yearn for my touch, how much you ache for me.”
    His lips were now moving tenderly against her cheek, as he rained tiny kisses of fire across her flushed face. She gripped his ponytail, and with a shuddering breath, murmured, “Oh Philip... Oh.”
    He made a little noise of satisfaction, before moving away from her. Nicole shivered from a cool gust of air as their bodies separated. Her eyelids flickered open, to see him looking down at her with what could only be interpreted as a smug, self-satisfied expression on his face.
    Nicole felt a flush of utter shame rock through her, as it dawned on her exactly why he’d kissed her. Her stomach churned in self-disgust. How could she have let such a thing happen, and out in the open where other people could see them?
    “Now do you see how much your subconscious has given away? Look at you! Your eyes are misted with desire, your lips moist with longing, and your body...” He brushed his fingertips across the peaks of her nipples.
    “Stop it!” she snapped, struggling to sit up. “All right, you’ve proved your point. I hope you’re happy with yourself, but don’t for a moment think it’s going to happen again.”
    They were both sitting up now, facing each other like the adversaries they were.
    “Oh, I think it will. It’s the hair, you see,” he said, reaching out to twirl a russet ringlet around his index finger. “You’ve just proved to me most beautifully how strong the red hot fire burns in you. There’s no need to repress it any longer, my fiery little redhead, because I have the passion to match yours.”
    Nicole couldn’t believe what she was hearing. He was completely mad, totally insane. No normal man would say such outrageous things. Then why did those seductively spoken words make her insides contract with a shuddering pulsing ache to taste his kiss again, to feel his strong hard body against hers once more? Because he’s an expert at seduction, she answered herself, and not the slightest bit interested in you. All he wants is to make you think you want him, and once he’s achieved his goal he’ll drop you like the proverbial hot potato.
    “I told you before that I’m not interested in that kind of thing. I think you should look elsewhere for your cheap and nasty affairs,” she said as forcefully as she could.
    For a moment she thought she saw a shadow of pain cross his face, but it was so fleeting, she wondered if she’d imagined it. It was quickly replaced by the coolly nonchalant expression she’d grown used to seeing on his handsome face.
    “That was very presumptuous of you. What premise did you base that deduction on, I wonder, the fact that I took your friend out?”
    “It’s you - your entire manner. I simply don’t like it.”
    “You can’t cope with it, you mean. You’re not used to a man desiring you, particularly not one as forthright as