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on the floor, but he wasn’t bad, and Christy laughed as he whirled her around to the music. She’d been lonely for so long. It was incredible to be here with this man, to feel like a woman, to be free of all the old restraints. This holiday was worth every penny it had cost, and it still would be when she went back home to Florida, back to her old life. She pushed away the thought of leaving Nate, because it stung. She closed her eyes and pressed closer into his hard arms, oblivious to everything except the music and the man.
    He felt that tiny movement and his arms tightened protectively. She appealed to everything masculine in him. It was like an avalanche; he was in half over his head already. He couldn’t stop what was happening, and he didn’t want to, anyway. What harm could there be in another holiday romance?
    â€œHaving fun?” he murmured.
    â€œOh, yes!” She sighed and nuzzled her cheek against his chest, faintly curious about the way he stiffened when she did it.
    He stopped in the middle of the dance floor and lifted his head, looking down at her regardless of the amused glances from passing dancers.
    â€œWhat is it?” she asked.
    He wasn’t smiling. He looked somber and very adult as he held her eyes. “Nothing,” he said after a minute.
    He swung her back into the dance, but his behavior had unsettled her. She stumbled and he caught her, the action bringing one of his long legs briefly between both of hers. She clutched at his arms and gasped out loud at the intimate contact.
    He stopped dancing again and stared into her soft eyes, holding her shocked gaze while the throng of dancers around them passed by in a blaze of colorful movement.
    â€œChristy,” he said huskily.
    With fascinated disbelief she watched his dark head bend. He couldn’t; he wouldn’t! Not here!
    But he could, and he did. His thin, hard lips touched hers in a soft, searching kiss while his eyes held hers and the world seemed to spin away.
    â€œYou taste sweet,” he murmured deeply. His mouth found hers again and this time his arm came up behind her head to force her lips into his. The kiss became swiftly intimate and intense and she moaned with the warm crush of it. “It’s all right,” he bit off against her lips. “I feel it just that strongly…”. The pressure of his mouth increased and she gasped under it.
    He lifted his head, leaving the taste of ginger ale and mint on her lips as he looked down at her. His eyes had darkened and his face was totally without expression.
    â€œI want more than a kiss on a dance floor. I’d rather park the car on a ridge and make a little love to you than shuffle around here all night. How about you?” he asked tersely.
    She couldn’t believe what he was saying, and her face registered that. “I… I…” was all she could get out, when she wanted to tell him that she’d go anywhere, do anything he asked of her. That slow kiss had knocked the resistance right out of her, and he had to know it. His eyes told her that he did, that he knew and understood everything she was feeling, including her faint apprehension.
    â€œI won’t rush you,” he said. His voice sounded deeper and a little husky. His hands tightened on her upper arms. “Come on, Christy.”
    He took the decision out of her hands, which was just as well, because she was in no condition to make one. She followed him like a lamb out to the Mercedes, not protesting when he drove quickly and silently out of town and up a winding mountain road to stop eventually by a rock wall overlooking the city.
    He cut off the engine and turned to her, his face quiet and somber in the faint light that drifted up from the city streets far below.
    â€œCome here, honey,” he said gently. And he reached for her.
    She felt the cool mountain breeze drift over her face while he kissed her, savoring the mingled scents of clean air