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words cut off as he moved his mouth from her throat to her lips. She felt herself being crushed back into the pillows as he tangled his heavy leg between her thighs. Then she shivered as his hand slipped down her breasts to the small curve of her stomach. Sabrina’s breath came more quickly as excitement began to flare again within her.
    “You’ve got a lot to tease a man with, Sabrina, honey. There’s something tantalizing about this soft, sleek little body. Reminds me of a cat. You won’t have any trouble finding men to take you up on your midnight offers. All you’ll have to do is walk up to them in a bar the way you did tonight.”
    “Matt, wait, I told you I need time!” She was suddenly very conscious of the whiskey on his breath. Sabrina wondered how many drinks he’d had before she’d ambled into the bar and found him there.
    “Honey, there’s something you should know about picking up strangers. They’re not always inclined to play the part of elegant gentlemen lovers. Why should they? They’ll never see you again. Why shouldn’t they take what they want?”
    “Stop it, Matt, you’ll ruin everything,” she begged, shutting her eyes against the unnatural glitter in his gaze. Why was he doing this? She had been so sure he was the right man; had been so certain his gruffness was simply a function of his basically straightforward personality. Normally her instincts about people were sound. But it was becoming very clear that the romantic interlude she had counted on was rapidly turning into a disaster.
    “This is what you wanted, Sabrina. You wanted a man for the night. Well, this is how it works in real life. It’s no moonlit fantasy. Just sex, pure and simple, and it’s all a strange man in a bar is going to want from you. Now stop nagging and play your part. Spread your legs, baby, and give me what you’ve been promising all evening.”
    Her eyes slitted open as he used his knee to force apart her thighs. For the first time real panic set in.
    “Get off of me,” she hissed. “Stop it, do you hear me? Get off of me right now!”
    “Why should I? You can hardly call it rape. You told me more than once tonight that you want me. So take me!”
    Sabrina’s lips opened in shock as she felt his hardness thrusting between her legs. “Damn it, no!” She pushed at him frantically.
    He shut off the cry of protest by overwhelming her mouth with his plunging tongue. In the next instant Sabrina knew he would be forcing his way inside her and she would be helpless. Desperately she snapped her teeth around his tongue and doubled her hands into fists. She slammed at him with all her might.
    “Goddamn it, lady, this is what you wanted!” he bit out savagely as he hurriedly withdrew from her mouth. “You said you wanted it!”
    “Not like this! Damn you!” She raked his sides with her nails. “Get away from me!” She managed to twist her body so that she could get her knee free, and when she tried to bring it forcibly up toward his crotch, Matt seemed to realize she was going to fight to the bitter end.
    “Damn it to hell,” he muttered, fending off her knee. “You vicious little—!” He muttered an exclamation of disgust and outrage and lifted himself away from her completely. Rolling over onto his back, he threw one arm over his eyes, and took a deep breath.
    Sabrina lay very still for a moment, violently aware of what had almost happened. She fought for breath and some comprehension of the situation.
    “You must hate me,” she whispered finally, sitting up shakily and sliding off her side of the bed. “What have I ever done to you that you should want to treat me like this? You don’t even know me.”
    “No.” The single word was a muffled curse. Matt didn’t lift his arm from his eyes. His chest still heaved with the effort he was exerting to regain control of himself. He didn’t move as she got to her feet beside the bed.
    She was conscious of an ache in the strained muscles of her