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dreaming about you? Why are you so important? What were we before my accident?” she asked, opening her eyes and turning to face him.
    “Our relationship was complicated.”
    “How?” she asked, drowning in his dark eyes. “Tell me,” she whispered, moving so close to him she could feel the heat of his body. “Show me.”
    His eyes narrowed, then it was as if something inside ripped. He slid his hand through her hair anddrew her mouth to his. He devoured her as if he’d wanted her for a very long time, as if she were a need long denied. She felt plundered and seduced, immediately, fully aroused.
    “You make it difficult for me to do the right thing,” he muttered against her mouth.
    “I’m not sure we agree on what the right thing is,” she said, and pulled his mouth to hers again. She tasted his dark, masculine flavor and was filled with the familiar desire for more.
    He pulled back slightly and rubbed his hands over her shoulders, pushing one of the straps of her chemise down over her shoulder. “I saw you when you were naked on the balcony. I didn’t sleep the rest of the night.”
    “That’s fair,” she said breathlessly, holding his gaze. “You’ve been keeping me awake.”
    A flame lit in his eyes and with one finger, he dragged the other strap of her chemise down. She held her breath as he slid his index finger down over her chest to the swell of her breast, then deliberately lower over her nipple. The silky chemise fell to her waist, baring her breasts to his gaze.
    She felt him drink in the sight of her as he slid his finger around her nipple in a circular motion. Alisa inhaled a shaky breath that drew his attention to her face. He backed her against the wall and meshed his chest with her breasts. Alisa sighed at the exquisite sensation.
    French kissing her, he slid his hands down to herhips and guided her against his hardness. He stepped between her thighs and rocked intimately against the cradle of her femininity.
    He made a low moan of pleasure that vibrated throughout her and dipped his head to taste the hardened tips of her breasts. Leaning her head helplessly back against the wall, Alisa felt the roar of arousal in her blood and let it take her higher and higher.
    She felt the cool night air on her bare legs, then his thighs intertwined with hers. His touch felt new and somehow not new. It was as if he knew her body. How? she wondered.
    His fingers slid beneath her panties, and she gasped in surprise.
    “You feel so good,” he told her, finding her sensitive pleasure point. “Like velvet.”
    Alisa wanted more. She wanted to feel him inside her. She wanted him as out of control as she felt. She opened her mouth, but his stroking fingers stole her words. Plunging a finger inside her, he rubbed her bead of sensitivity with his thumb. With each stroke, the coil inside her tightened. Heat suffused her, and a spasm of pleasure ripped through her.
    She shuddered against him as the aftershocks of his touch shook her. Inhaling deeply, she clung to him, overwhelmingly aware of his unspent passion. His arousal was more than a body part; it was so powerful it permeated the air she breathed. “I didn’t want it to be that way,” she told him in a low voice. “I wanted you—”
    “—you’re not ready,” he said flatly. “You’re still recovering.”
    On the heels of their intimacy, his tone jarred her. “I think I’m the better judge of that.”
    Silence followed, and his disagreement hung between them. It hardly seemed possible, but Alisa felt shut out and rejected, and it hurt. “Why did you kiss me and touch me?”
    “You needed the release,” he said in a low voice. “I could give you that.”
    “So it was like a favor?” she asked, feeling her heart contract painfully. Humiliation trickled in like acid. She stepped back and pulled her gown up to cover herself.
    He reached for her, but she stepped back. “It wasn’t a favor. You could feel my response.”
    She shook her head in