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suddenly,
acutely aware of the hairy thigh pressed against the smoothness of
her own. Her heart fluttered wildly in her breast.
    "The emotional intensity," she began
uncertainly, "particularly in the love scenes--" she swallowed, her
voice a mere thread of sound, low and very hushed "—and especially
Cathryn James's books, is described in such a way that . . . that
when I read those scenes, it's as if I'm actually there." She
paused for a fleeting second to sum up her rather tumultuous
thoughts. "It's the emotion that touches me, knowing what the
heroine is feeling and..."
    "Go on," he urged softly when she hesitated.
His fingers feathered up to stroke the soft skin on the inside of
her wrist and Samantha had to consciously will her mind away from
the feeling of excitement he roused in her.
    "And no man could possibly describe how a
woman feels inside, what she's thinking, when a man is...making
love to her." Was she actually sitting here discussing sex with a
man she'd just met?
    "But what about men?" His low voice broke
into her thoughts. "Are we incapable of the same emotions, are we
heartless and unresponsive? Do you think that we don't feel the
same way a woman does when a man touches her?" A finger under her
chin gently turned her face to his, and she stared upward into
Jason's rugged features, mesmerized by the liquid heat glowing in
his eyes. "And she touches him?"
    "I—I don't know." What a question, and for
him to ask it now--now when she felt as if she was being turned
inside out, her body vaporizing into a vast sea of sensations as
his hands cupped her bare shoulders and his palms glided smoothly
down her arms.
    "A little insight and a little imagination is
all it takes." Jason's murmured words were low and husky, his
breath warm and caressing as it fanned her cheeks. "Do you want me
to tell you how you feel, Samantha?"
    "I...no, no!" Her heart beat
furiously in her chest. She was trapped in a haze of conflicting
emotions. She wanted to pull away, knew she should pull away, but her
limbs felt curiously heavy and lethargic, while inside she was
strangely agitated, wanting, wondering, hoping this wouldn't end
before it had even started.
    Jason's hands moved up to frame her face,
the pads of his thumbs tracing the delicate contours of her
cheekbones over and over again before finding the throbbing pulse
beneath her jaw line. "You like this, don't you?" he asked softly.
Samantha nodded, unable to find the strength to speak, or to deny
the involuntary response of her body. "Your heart is pounding like
a drum, your breath is coming as fast as if you've just run a
four-minute mile—" His lips parted to reveal the strong even
whiteness of his teeth. "This is exciting to you, isn't it?"
    Somehow she managed to shake her head this
time. "No... stop!"
    "Not yet." He moved his dark head closer, the
words whispered against her cheek, stirring the soft tendrils of
hair near her ear. "It's your turn, Samantha. As the saying goes,
turnabout is fair play."
    Her hands were lifted and placed against his
shoulders. Confused, she raised her gaze to his, unprepared for
the compelling glitter in his eyes--yet it thrilled her clear to
the tips of her toes. "Go ahead," he chided softly, his voice
curiously unsteady. "Touch me. Feel me. Do . . .anything you
want."
    The feel of the firm bronzed flesh beneath
her fingertips and the chance to explore the sleek skin of his
nearly naked body as she had so longed to do earlier, were too
potent a temptation to deny. Her breath quickened even more in
anticipation as her hands glided over the sinewy muscles of his
arms in silent reciprocation of his actions. She heard his harsh
intake of breath at her first tentative touch and lifted her eyes
again. A curious sense of power filled her as she beheld the fierce
glow in his eyes once more.
    Emboldened by his unexpected response,
Samantha slid her slim tapered fingers up the strong column of his
neck, delighting in the slightly roughened texture of