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to the wonder of the moment.
    This was what had been missing all along in her relationship with Nick
    Savage: this marvelous rightness , this sensation of need and the promise
    of shared satisfaction. This soft, sweet longing was a totally new and
    unexplored element in her life, and it was all bound up with Max Travers.
    In that moment Sophy was absolutely certain the emotions she was
    experiencing could not exist without Max as their focus.
    It made no sense and yet it made all the sense in the world.
    Sophy sighed against Max's mouth, a sensation of thrilling languor
    flowing through her. Her leg moved slightly on the bedspread, and Max's
    thigh covered it, pressing down firmly, trapping it.
    "I want to be your lover tonight, Sophy. I want to hold you and make
    you forget that damned cowboy," Max growled against the skin of her
    throat.
    "I don't want to think about him," she agreed fervently, sinking her
    fingertips into the dark brown depths of his hair. "You're the only one I
    seem to be able to think about at the moment." She heard him draw in his
    breath quite sharply and knew a distinct sense of satisfaction. He wanted
    her. Max wanted her as much as she wanted him.
    "That cowboy is a fool!"
    "Oh, Max…"
    "Any man who would risk losing you just for the sake of a quickie at a
    party has got to be a fool."
    "Please, Max. I don't want to talk about him."
    Max cradled her in one arm as he stretched out slowly beside her on the
    bed. His other hand began to move with sureness and wonder on her body.
    The soothing words he murmured contained a tense urgency, a sense of
    demand that was at once wholly masculine and completely enthralling.
    "Let me touch you, darling. Sophy, honey, you feel so good under my
    hands. So very good."
    Sophy shifted restlessly, closing her eyes as her body warmed under his
    touch. When Max buried his lips in her throat, letting her feel the edge of
    his teeth, she shivered.
    "Sophy! Sophy, I want you. I need you tonight. I have to keep you here
    with me." He shaped her breast with exploring fingers and she whispered
    his name.
    "Max…I feel so strange. I've never felt like this before. Oh, Max, what
    have you done to me?" Sophy asked wonderingly. Her arms went around
    him almost convulsively.
    "Ah, sweetheart, you're so warm and soft and vibrant. You're all the
    colors of the rainbow. Did you know that? All the colors that have been
    missing in my life. I want to see you shimmer in my arms. I want to make
    you even more alive than you already are!" Max groaned again, his voice
    raw and husky. He found the buckle of the wide blue leather belt and
    undid it with deliberate movements.
    Sophy could feel his body straining against hers as he slowly, carefully
    undressed her. The full, waiting male power of him was electrifying. As the
    yellow dress fell aside, he curved his hand around her buttocks and pulled
    her tightly against him. Sophy shuddered in helpless response.
    "Feel how much I want you," he grated.
    Her nails dug into the strongly contoured muscles of his back, and she
    found herself pressing closer, inhaling the satisfying scent of his body. The
    yellow dress seemed to have disappeared of its own accord, and a moment
    later the lacy little bra went the same route. All she wore now was a small
    triangle of satin.
    "You're so incredibly exciting," Max growled in wonder as he bent his
    head to kiss her breast. "Just looking at you across a room is exciting. But
    having you here in my bed is almost unbelievable."
    "Oh!" Sophy flinched in thrilling reaction as he drew her sensitized
    nipple into his mouth. Tiny shivers of pleasure pulsated through her, and
    she began to murmur his name over and over again. The nipple hardened
    at once beneath the compelling touch of his rasping tongue.
    "So responsive," he breathed. "You must want me, Sophy. Please say
    you want me."
    "Yes, Max," she whispered obediently. "I want you."
    His palm was gliding down the warm skin of her stomach, and she
    writhed