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leaned down and his lips touched hers, gently, but with a passion that was blatantly male and made everything about her that was ultrafeminine react. He was bringing her to a sizzle without a whole lot of effort and she heard the low sound that erupted from her throat the moment his tongue touched hers.
    She might not fully understand what was happening between them but she definitely understood the burning sensation that was flowing through every part of her body. It felt strange to experience such feelings since she had never slept with a man and didn’t know a thing about passion.
    He ended the kiss and stared at her unblinking as he drew in a deep, labored breath. He then smiled in a way that was so sensuous it made her heart began pumping wildly. “Good night, Jenna. I’ll be by around six next week to take you to the concert. Will that time be okay?”
    She swallowed deeply, thickly, then nodded. “Yes.”
    He pulled open the door for her and she looked at him once again before going inside. When she heard the door click shut behind her she drew in a deep breath, inhaling air into her lungs. Confusion shook her with the intensity of their attraction to each other. Startled by the giddy pleasure she felt, she slowly walked down the hall toward her dorm room. Randolph Devin Fuller had definitely turned her world upside down.

Three
    Randolph walked along the paved lane, too wired to go back to the dorm room he shared with two other guys. He thought about going to one of the popular hangouts on campus, but didn’t want to be around a lot of people just yet. He needed to walk and think.
    He had never been this tied in knots over a woman in his life. Girls had always been there, hanging around, being available. And because he’d been raised to treat all females with respect, he never played games with them. He was either interested or he wasn’t. But under no circumstances had he ever let any female call the shots in their relationship. He never had the time or the inclination to do so.
    His life had always revolved around some purpose. Before college he had concentrated on making the grades he needed—that was expected of a Fuller—to get into college, namely Howard, a tradition his great-great grandfather had started back in the late eighteen hundreds. Then once he got to Howard and had gone out for the football team, academics and sports had joined forces in his life, taking up most of his time. He dated occasionally, but he’d never given a thought to getting serious about anyone. Even when his grandmother, who was as tenacious as they come, tried pushing Lena Weaver at him, he had staunchly refused to succumb to any member of the opposite sex.
    Until Saturday night.
    He still wondered what had happened to him. He seriously didn’t have a clue. All he knew was that when he had seen Jenna, a part of him had known—at that exact moment—that she was meant to be the woman for him whether he was looking for her or not. He remembered his maternal grandfather who lived in South Carolina once telling him that was how it had been when he had met his grandmother—love at first sight. Once they had met, it was as if no other woman existed or mattered.
    He then thought of his paternal grandparents—the ones who had
raised him and Ross after their parents’ death. At times he wondered if Robert and Julia Fuller ever truly loved each other. He knew they respected each other. But love? He always believed Robert and Julia’s parents had arranged their marriage, although he’d never asked them or had been given any confirmation of such a thing. But for some reason, in his grandmother’s mind, the suitability of two individuals was more important than if those persons loved each other. Love, she claimed, could come later. Evidently she believed what she was preaching enough to push it onto him and Ross. It was a harder sale for him than it was for Ross. Ross