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into a vortex of passions that were frightening in their power.
    The kiss they’d shared before had hinted at this, but the barrier of MacGregor’s spiritual presence between them had ended it. In the time that had passed, Mac’s presence had faded, the barrier had thinned, and now the other feelings tore through it like a raging bull through a curtain of silk.
    Reilly kissed her deeply, possessively, as if hehad every right. His mouth moved on hers with an expertise that overwhelmed her senses, overpowered any resistance she might have offered. The taste of him was warm and utterly masculine and instantly addictive. She’d learned that a year ago. Kissing him now was like taking a first drink of wine after a year-long abstinence. It was intoxicating, drugging, sapping the strength from her limbs so that she sagged into his arms.
    Reilly hauled her up against him with one brawny arm. His other hand remained tangled in her hair, exerting subtle pressure against her skull to alter the angle of the kiss so he would be allowed absolute possession of her mouth. She was every bit as sweet as he remembered. Her body was warm and pliant against his, petite but not without soft curves in all the right places.
    If he had wondered over the course of the last year why he couldn’t get the taste of her out of his mind, his question was answered now. No other woman tasted quite the way Jayne did. No other woman expressed quite the same mix of emotions in her kiss. With Jayne there was no practiced seduction, no well thought out plot to woo him, no taste of premeditation whatsoever. There was simply pure, unadulterated emotion, and he drank it in greedily.
    She reacted to him as automatically as he did to her. As his tongue slid against the warm velvet of hers he couldn’t help but wonder what it was going to be like when they finally made love. How could it be anything but explosive? Visions of tangled sheets and hot sweaty bodies wound through his brain. He groaned low in his throat and pulled her tighter against him so he could feel her small breasts flatten against his chest. They were going to be dynamite together—and the sooner the better.
    “Well, I guess we’d better be going, huh, Faith?” Alaina said loudly.
    Faith cleared her throat nervously. “Yep, I guess we’d better hit the road. We just dropped by to see how you were doing, Jayne.”
    “And you appear to be doing very well indeed,” Alaina said dryly.
    Their voices penetrated the sensual fog around Jayne, causing her brain to begin functioning again. Horrified, she pried her mouth from Reilly’s and wedged her arms between her body and his, trying to apply enough leverage to free herself from his embrace. He only grinned at her, effectively showing off the cleft in his chin and the boyish dimple in his right cheek.
    “Let me go,” she demanded, ignoring the primitive thrill racing through her at being his captive.
    “For the moment,” he said, standing her back from him with a big hand cupping each of her shoulders.
    When he let her go, she swayed as if she might swoon again. His kiss had drained all her strength. She shuddered at the thought, then shuddered again as Reilly planted his hands on her shoulders and turned her so she was standing directly in front of him, facing her friends. She made no attempt to escape his hold, sure that if she tried to take even one step on her own, she’d be back down on the floor.
    “Don’t rush off!” she blurted out, her big dark eyes pleading. The last thing she wanted was to be left alone with Reilly. It was painfully obvious she couldn’t trust herself around him, and she didn’t trust him any farther than she could throw him. Who knew what would happen if they were left unchaperoned? She got a hot flash just thinking about it.
    Faith and Alaina exchanged a significant glance.
    “I really have to go, Jayne,” Faith said apologetically. “I left Shane watching the baby so I could hit the supermarket. You