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legs were bare. Clearly there was no further clothing beneath the T-shirt.
    He swallowed again. Her obviousness was almost laughable.
    “I see I didn’t give you time to dress properly,” she said, eyeing his crotch.
    And now, his own body was betraying him. Marvelous.
    He hurried away to hang up her coat and to get the coffee, aware of her challenging smile, following him. While the water was heating he fetched himself a shirt.
    When he returned to the sitting room with two mugs, she was gone. Then he saw the low-heeled shoes she had worn, on the floor by the settee.
    “This is a lovely room.”
    He turned at her voice. She was coming out ofthe master bedroom. Her barefoot walk caught at his breath.
    She came right up and kissed him. There was not much he could do with a mug of steaming coffee in each hand.
    “Coffee,” he said.
    She did not take one. Instead, she stayed close in front of him, her breasts lightly brushing his chest. He stepped back.
    “I’ve completely wrecked your poise,” she told him. “I thought you fighter pilots were fireproof.”
    “Are you going to have this coffee, or aren’t you?”
    “Don’t change the subject.” She leaned forward, kissed him again; hard.
    “Christ,” he said against her searching lips, “You’ll scald us both!”
    “Put the bloody things down then.”
    With difficulty, since she would not stop, he placed the mugs upon a small glass-topped table. No sooner had he done so than she tripped him neatly, they stumbled onto the settee, then rolled onto the floor.
    By now she was holding him off. “Don’t be in such a hurry,” she said.
    “What?” he gasped. “You must be joking. Wasn’t it you who—?”
    “My prerogative.” She was very still. Suddenly the game was over. “Now you’ve got to deserve me.”
    They were still sprawled the way they hadfallen. She was beneath him, her mouth challenging his. Her legs moved slightly, sending waves of excitement through him. A shiver traveled up his entire body: there was an intensity in her dark eyes that pulled at him in a manner that was almost physical. His hands began to work at her clothes. The T-shirt and skirt came off without effort, and she was naked beneath them.
    Without speaking, breathing shallowly, she started on his trousers, her hands pushing at them as if rolling down a stocking. As she pushed, her body made shifting movements over him. He gave a low groan, lifted his hips to make her task easier, and tore at the buttons on his shirt. His trousers dealt with, now her naked body was trembling against him. Every part of her seemed to be moving. Now she was beneath him, now on top, then beneath him again.
    “Oh please,” she begged, lips and tongue caressing his mouth.
“Come in. “
    When at last he entered her she gave a sharp intake of breath and made a high-pitched, mewling sound. She screamed softly, and from deep within her throat came faint gasping sounds.
    Selby felt as if his entire body had plunged into her. They rode together with increasing urgency. Beneath him she arched suddenly and screamed a second time, as if in pain. Her body tightened, pressed itself hard against him. Then she gave a long, drawn-outmoan and her moist body slowly relaxed, legs spreading languorously.
    “Oh God,” she said in a voice thick with satisfaction, “that was wonderful.
You
were wonderful.” She passed a gentle caressing hand across his face and kissed him with soft full lips.
    Suddenly she bit him. “But don’t think this means you can control me.”
    He frowned. “Why should I want to control you?”
    “And that doesn’t mean I’ll let you ignore me, either.”
    He propped himself on an elbow, chin resting in the palm of his hand. “You like things both ways, don’t you?”
    “And why shouldn’t I?” She was unrepentant. “I’m worth it.”
    By about midday, Kim was sitting, alone and reflective in a booth in a small restaurant she favored, in a quiet backwater off Sloane Street. An