y　now；　when　his　hand　found　her　breast。

He　trailed　kisses　from　her　eyes；　down　her　cheeks　to　her　neck；　while　she

unbuttoned　his　shirt。　His　bare　chest　was　an　Eden　of　sinew　and　fuzz；　a

potent　aphrodisiac。　She　was　ready　to　burst　when　his　hand　left　her　breast

and　held　her　neck　so　that　he　could　kiss　her　harder。　She　weled　it；

needed　it。　〃Annie；　Annie；　Annie；〃　he　groaned；　ragged　against　her　lips；

〃what　am　I　going　to　do　with　you？〃

She　held　his　head；　then　dropped　her　fingers　down　his　throat　and；　again；

into　the　tawny　hair　on　his　chest。　〃Look　who　started　it；〃　she　whispered

but　she　was　fascinated　by　the　bunch　of　muscles　under　her　hand。　She　moved

her　palms　around；　then　over　his　nipples。

He　made　a　frustrated　sound　and　sat　up；　hauling　her　along　with　him。

Abruptly　he　released　her　and　leaned　forward。　He　put　his　elbows　on　his

knees　and　his　head　in　his　palms。

Everything　about　him　cried　of　sudden　distress。　Anne　rubbed　the　taut

muscles　at　the　back　of　his　neck。　〃What　is　it？〃

He　gave　her　a　sidelong　glance。　〃You　don't　know？〃　When　she　didn't　answer；

he　shrugged　off　her　hand　and　pushed　himself　into　a　far　corner　of　the

sofa。　〃I　thought　I'd　be　able　to　chalk　what　we　have　here　up　to　a　vacation

thing；　but　each　time　I　go　home；　I　can't　put　you　out　of　my　mind。　I　want

you；　Anne。　Want　you　bad。〃

She　was　dizzy　with　pleasure。　〃Why　does　that　upset　you？〃

He　stared；　then　came　forward。　〃Do　you　know　what　I'm　talking　about　here？〃

〃Yes。　I'm　not　stupid。　You're　asking　yourself　the　same　questions　I've

spent　hours　asking　myself。　What　am　I　doing　here？　Why　did　I　e？　What　do

I　want　to　happen？　Where's　my　sense　of　propriety？　The　list　goes　on　and

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