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against the base of her throat and planted a sweet kiss there. “Know what?” He slid his hand just inside her tank top. “I think it’s pounding just as hard now.”
    Not only was her heart pounding, but her breath was coming in shallow pants that pushed her breast up into his curving palm. He didn’t move his hand, didn’t claim more than that upper curve. Her nipple tightened in preparation for a caress that never came. It was maddening.
    “Leave me alone.” Sunny’s voice was feeble and lacked conviction. But how could she possibly muster imperiousness when he was taking love bites up and down her throat?
    “Want to know a secret?” His lips moved beneath her hair to her ear. “When I saw you standing in the doorway wearing nothing but that nightie, my heart started pounding, too. Feel it.”
    With his free hand, he lifted hers. He tucked it inside his shirt, directly over his heart. The steady, solid beat filled her hand. The warm skin was as comfortable as a fireplace on a frosty morning. The forest of hair prompted curious explorations from her fingers.
    His teeth closed gently on her earlobe. He worried the two diamond studs with the tip of his tongue. “After I left this afternoon, did you think about me?”
    “No.”
    “Liar.” He nudged her thighs apart and cushioned himself in that warm, soft cove. “You thought about me. About us. Together. You thought about that kiss.”
    “No, no, I didn’t.”
    His laughter was husky and deep. “Oh, yes, you did. That’s all I thought about. I was almost derelict in my duties thinking about that kiss.” His mouth moved back to hers. He rubbed her lips with his. “My tongue inside your mouth. Moving in and out. Just like making love.”
    “Stop it.” The protest was little more than a ragged breath.
    “No way, Sunny. Not until you’re beneath me. Naked. Wanting.”
    He kissed her again. As before, the world as she knew it crumbled. She was transported into a sphere where everything smelled and tasted and felt like Ty. It was his universe. He dominated it, was lord over it.
    He moved his hand down a fraction. His fingers impressed tunnels into the fullness of her breast, but he still ignored the crest, which was yearning, aching, for his touch.
    Her fingers curled into the hard flesh of his chest. Her mouth responded to the expert probing of his tongue. Involuntarily she moved her hips, bringing his hardness fully against her. The contact shocked them both.
    His eyes were dark and intense when he raised his head and looked down into her face. Her lips were rosy and wet. She stared back at him with lambent eyes.
    “But as you’ve already pointed out,” he said quietly, “it’s getting late.”
    Sunny couldn’t believe it!
    He calmly released her and left the kitchen. Moments later she heard the front door close and then the motor of a car starting up. By the time she had recovered herself, he was gone.
    Sunny Chandler shattered the cup he had drunk from against her kitchen wall and called upon every demon in hell to possess the body and soul of Ty Beaumont.

Four

    Sunny crossed her legs, demurely tugging her straight skirt over her knees when she noticed that her impatient movement had attracted the attention of the man behind the desk.
    “The financial statement is as complete as I could make it, Mr. Smithie. I’ve included several credit references, my income tax records for the past three years, my projections for future income.”
    “You’ve been thorough, Miss Chandler.”
    That gave Sunny no indication of what the bank officer thought of the columns of figures he had perused no less than a dozen times since she’d arrived fifteen minutes earlier. Peering through his bifocals, he scanned the pages again.
    Then he set aside the meticulously prepared financial statement, folded his hands on his desk, and looked at Sunny as though he was about to impart the sad news that there was no Santa Claus. His expression was that superior, that