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longer before giving up and throwing him out of the apartment.
    But something had gone wrong. Here she was, cradled helplessly against him, every nerve aware of his questing, proprietary hands. She tried to protest and only a soft, kitten sound came from her throat. The tiny mew seemed to please him enormously and she felt herself gathered closer to his warmth and hardness.
    The thing about Josh Corbett, Reva was reminded with stark clarity, was that he made love with total honesty. And she rediscovered what she had learned that night four months ago. For her there was nothing quite as captivating, nothing quite as dangerous as this man's utterly elemental approach to the act of love. It bypassed all the games and innuendoes of society, all the tricks and practiced seductions. For a woman like her there was nothing as incredibly seductive as this man's uncompromising and unhidden need. She had been a fool to let him come into the apartment.
    "I don't think it's gratitude you're feeling tonight, little one," Josh husked against the lips he had lightly bruised. She heard the satisfaction in his voice and wanted to object but there was more than pure male pleasure in his words. There was desire and want and something else. Something gentle and almost pleading. Reva knew a sense of wonder that such a hard and seasoned survivor as Josh Corbett could plead for a woman's response. Almost without conscious volition, she lifted a hand and thrust her fingers
    through the graying hair of his temples and into the rich dark-brown mane beyond.
    "Ah, Reva, Reva," he growled heavily, "I knew you couldn't have forgotten." And then his lips were moving to the corner of her mouth, dropping small, biting little kisses there and tracking upward to do the same at the corner of her faintly slanting blue-green eyes. As the tiny, stinging caresses descended, Reva's lids closed tightly and she felt a tremor of desire course the length of her body. She shifted her legs languidly as they lay across his thigh, arching her well-shaped feet in response to another faint shiver. One shiny black sandal came off and tumbled to the thick carpet, unnoticed.
    Everything was different this time, Reva tried to tell herself as the spin of her emotions increased. This apartment was no abandoned hut with a dirt floor, she had not spent the day in fear for her life, and she had dined on fine veal, not stolen chicken. The man with her was wearing a wool suit instead of stained khakis and he didn't have a gun within arm's reach. And his face was clean shaven and smelled faintly of a tangy. aftershave that combined potently with the natural male scent of his body.
    Yes, everything was different but it didn't seem to matter one bit to the primitive, feminine core of her which ignored all the trappings and responded only to the masculine lures Josh was dispensing with a bold and generous hand.
    "Josh, please," she began on a tiny, agitated wail, "I don't. . ."
    "Honey," he interrupted thickly, his teeth tugging gently on her earlobe as his fingers worked to unbutton the small, elegant fastenings of the glimmering silk dress, "Don't ask me to go without you tonight! I've waited so long, dreamed about coming back to you so many sleep-
    less nights! I couldn't bear not to satisfy my need of you now that you're finally in my arms. Tomorrow we can talk all you want."
    His words came to a jagged halt and Reva heard his sharply indrawn breath as his fingers slipped inside the open bodice of the dress to palm the gentle curve of her breast. Nor was he the only one who reacted to the contact by sipping air, Reva gasped at the touch and turned her head into the material of his jacket. Instantly his mouth found the vulnerable nape of her neck and he kissed it as he toyed in increasing urgency with the hardening nipple he had captured between thumb and forefinger.
    Reva trembled at the dual assault, striving frantically to regain some control over her own emotions before it was too