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    neutral. "You mean you weren't sleeping with him?"
    She shook her head. "Maybe that's why he turned to that blond," she
    chastised herself. "Maybe I shouldn't have kept him waiting."
    "Sophy, you mustn't blame yourself."
    "But I…"
    Max cut off the self-castigating flow of words with his fingers on her
    lips. "No. Sophy, he's the one who cheated on you. None of this is your
    fault. You're the wronged party in this mess. Remember that."
    Her wide blue-green eyes stared at him as he continued to press her
    mouth gently with his hand. Was that a flicker of awareness he saw in her
    gaze? Was it possible she might want him just a little?
    "Oh, God, Sophy…"
    On a low groan of barely controlled need, he removed the glass from her
    hand.
    "Max? Max, I'm not sure…"
    "Hush, Sophy. Don't think about anything. Just relax and let me
    comfort you. Please, honey. It's all I want to do." It was the truth and it
    was a lie and Max didn't know how to explain it.
    Slowly, half-afraid she might disappear in his grasp if he moved too
    quickly, Max lowered his mouth to feather her parted lips with his own.
    She didn't move as he made exquisitely exciting contact. He felt the tiny
    tremor that went through her, however, and somehow it fueled his own
    carefully contained desire. At least she wasn't totally indifferent to him, he
    thought exultantly.
    "Relax, Sophy, just relax. Let me hold you until you forget him." He
    didn't know where the soothing words were coming from. They seemed
    half-instinctive, the calming, gentling words men had used from the
    beginning of time to tame nervous women.
    She tensed as he drew her slowly backward onto the quilted bedspread.
    He sensed she was about to resist and he didn't know what else to do
    except chain her with another kiss. His mouth closed more deliberately
    over hers and he heard a faint moan from far back in her throat The
    sound made the urgent longing in him all the more insistent. A part of her
    did want him, damn it!
    "Max, no, I don't…" Her head shifted restlessly on the quilt as she freed
    her mouth.
    "I always seem to find myself looking for ways to shut you up," he
    muttered hoarsely, yanking off his glasses and tossing them heedlessly
    onto the night-stand. For a second he stared down at her, glorying in the
    knowledge that there was a tiny, faltering flame in her now. She trembled
    again as she met his gaze, and with a rasping exclamation Max lowered
    his head to plunge his tongue deeply into her mouth.
    Instinctively he used his weight to pin her more securely to the quilt.
    Her slender body was still stiff and uncertain beneath him, but he could
    feel the thrusting softness of her breasts. She felt so good lying there under
    him. He pushed his lower body strongly against her thighs, seeking to let
    her know the extent of his own arousal.
    "Max!" It was a soft cry, torn from her when he freed her mouth
    temporarily to explore the sensitive place behind her ear.
    "Hush, Sophy. Just relax and trust me tonight. I'll take care of you. I'll
    make you forget him. By morning you'll only think of me, I swear it."
    Four
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    S ophy's senses seemed to be spinning. Not in a mad, frightening whirl,
    but in a deliciously intriguing manner. Everything was suddenly right. The
    moment Max had taken her in his arms, everything had become right.
    The restless uncertainty, the attraction she had been experiencing, the
    indefinable aura about Max that made her so totally aware of him were
    suddenly explained. Fully explained.
    She wanted him.
    The realization was too startling to deal with on an intellectual level
    tonight. Sophy wanted only to give herself up to the sweeping feelings of
    the moment. Her emotions felt raw, and Max's arms promised soothing
    safety. There would be time enough in the morning to consider what she
    was doing.
    With a sigh of longing that had been suppressed since she had first set
    eyes on Max Travers, Sophy pushed aside all thoughts of the future and
    surrendered