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was clear in her eyes. “Do you want me?”
    “I’d be a fool to turn you down, wouldn’t I? Oh, yes, Sabrina. I want you.” He lowered his head when she used her fingertips on the juncture of his shoulders. “You’re so sure you know what you want?”
    “Tonight I’m very sure,” she whispered, parting her lips for his kiss.
    It wasn’t quite the sort of kiss she had been anticipating. There was no experimental sampling, no curious, delicate exploration. There was no gentleness. But there was power and a mounting passion that was infinitely exciting. Sabrina gave herself up to it after the first uncertain seconds, and Matt’s arms went solidly around her waist. It didn’t last long. She had barely begun to accommodate her lips to the overwhelming intimacy of his when he broke the caress.
    “Your room?”
    So soon? she wondered. Shouldn’t they linger a bit in the moonlight? Shouldn’t they take a midnight walk along the beach or something? Whisper soft, provocative words? Voices from nearby drifted through the shadows and suddenly Sabrina realized why Matt wanted to take her somewhere else. There was no real privacy here.
    “Upstairs,” she answered, nodding, and allowed him to lead her back inside the hotel.
    In the elevator she didn’t quite know what to say, and she assumed Matt’s silence meant he was just as lost for words. But when she mutely handed him the key to her door, he took it and shoved it grimly into the lock. She stepped inside ahead of him and he closed the door with a final-sounding clunk.
    “Is reality living up to your expectations?” he whispered roughly as he caught her chin between scarred fingers and lifted her face. The only illumination in the room was from the moonlight filtering in through the open sliding glass doors.
    “I think so,” she whispered with a tremulous smile. “Do you really want to be with me, Matt?” A frisson of uncertainty urged her to be sure of his mood and his passion.
    “Let me show you how much.” His hand slid deliberately down her breast to the shocking-pink sash at her waist. He loosened the fabric quickly, and when it fell to the floor he found the fastening of the dress. The garment was pulled down over her shoulders and sent to the floor with a quick movement that made Sabrina step backward anxiously.
    “Matt?”
    “Come here, Sabrina,” he murmured. “Let me touch you.”
    She drew in a long breath and then stepped close again. As soon as his palms fitted themselves to the curves of her breasts, she relaxed against him. Eyes closed, she leaned her head on his shoulder and prepared to enjoy the thrilling roughness of the pads of his fingers. They flickered over her nipples, sending the most excruciatingly delightful shivers through her. Later she would have to ask him how he’d come by such odd little scars. But for the moment … Sabrina made a small sound in the back of her throat. She felt his hands falter for a second, then tremble slightly.
    The knowledge that he was both a bit uncertain and yet trembling with his own leashed passion was deliciously satisfying. Sabrina found the buttons of the carefully pressed and starched white shirt and began undoing them. Her own fingers were far from steady, she realized vaguely.
    “Your breasts just fit my hands,” Matt whispered wonderingly. “You really do want what’s going to happen tonight, don’t you?” he said, feeling her nipples harden beneath his fingertips.
    “Oh, yes, Matt. Yes, please …” Her voice was a choked sigh of excitement and longing. Beneath his touch her body felt warmed and beautiful. “Your hands feel so good. I’ve never felt hands like them before in my life.” She pushed off the white shirt, baring his chest to her sight and touch.
    “Do you like what you see, Sabrina?” He caught one of her drifting palms and pushed it firmly against the cloud of dark chest hair that tapered down to the waistband of his slacks.
    “I … Yes. Matt, you’re