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obliterated all remembrance of what had happened so soon after that
night to irrevocably change Chloe's life and outlook。
As Ross's large hands framed her face； she felt a special warmth steal
through her； awakening senses from hibernation like the ing of
spring。 Her cheeks flushed with the heat。 Her lips parted。 She was
entranced all over again。
He moved closer； his face lowering。 When she closed her eyes it was to
savor the feather touch of his mouth on hers。 It seemed she had waited
forever to know its sweetness again。 And guilt？ Guilt was light…years
away； beyond a far horizon she hoped never to reach。 It had been
pervasive over the years； but was out of place now。 She wanted more of
Ross； if only to keep the past safely blotted from her mind。
Opening her eyes； she found Ross's hot above her。 His breath was
unsteady； but he waited。 She sensed he was giving her a chance to turn
and run； but that was the last thing she wanted to do。
She met his kiss with an eagerness she hadn't known for eleven years。
All the power of her femininity that had been stored up and denied now
burst forth。 Ross's lips were firm and knowing in response to her
passion； dominating then submitting； teasing then yielding。 They
explored the ripe curve of her mouth with a thoroughness surpassed only
when his tongue entered the act。 And Chloe opened herself more with each
darting flicker； with each exchange of breath。
She had e alive and was aflame。 At some point her arms found his neck
and coiled beyond； drawing her slender body firmly against his longer；
harder one。 His hands played over her back； caressing every inch from
hip to neck with the devastating touch of those long fingers。
And she was caught in the web they spun； neither able nor willing to
move away。
Everything about Ross was utterly male； from the musky scent of his skin
to the trim tapering of the hair at the top of his collar； to the lean
line of his torso and the corded steel of his thighs。 It was as though
Chloe was innocent again； as though this was that first ecstatic night
relived。 She was intoxicated。
When he groaned and crushed her to him； she understood the feeling。 It
was a statement of a shared primal need。 Ross held something for her
that no other man had begun to offer。 She was driven by instinct closer；
closer to him。
At some point； soft bells of warning sounded。 She didn't know if it was
when his hand slipped from her cheek to her throat； or when his fingers
began to knead her breast； or when his palm turned to her nipple。 She
only knew of a tug between some relic of the past that clamored for
recognition； and the quickly coiling knot of need deep inside。
She fought that past by nurturing the need。 Hands locked at the back of
his neck； she closed her eyes； let her head fall back； and sought the
mindlessness of sensual pleasure。 Her lips parted； her breathing was
short。 But she needed more。 Against her better judgment； against those
tiny warning bells； she grew bolder。 Bowing her head； bracing it against
his chin； she was curved now； offering him an entrance he hadn't had
before。
Small explosions of delight flared through her when he slid his hand
into her dress。 Surrounded； her breast was warm； full； and straining
against his hand。 His thumb and forefinger met at a nipple； driving her
higher。 Did reason exist？ At that instant she knew of only one road to
satisfaction。
〃e upstairs with me；〃 Ross said in a voice thick with need。 〃Let me
love you。 It's been so long； princess。〃
Princess。 It struck her that he had done the same thing she hadformed an
image and held it through the years。 In his mind she was still one step
removed from royalty。 But not in hers。
She strained away from his hands。 〃Please stop； I can't do this。〃
Aroused still and upset with herself； she trembled。
〃Can't？〃 he challenged hoarsely。
〃Won't；〃 she amended as she clutched at threads of posure。 Eleven
years ago she hadn't refused him。 Her virginity had never had a chance。
But things were different now。 She was different。
〃Why not； Chloe？〃
She heard hurt； but it didn't make her relent。 〃I wish I could explain。〃
〃Why can't you？ I've seen that pained look in your eyes。 At those
moments…at this moment…you do look unhappy。 Is it something about me？
Something about what happened eleven years ago？〃
For all of those eleven long years； Chloe had hidden a world of inner
feelings from everyone around her。 They were locked in tight。 He could
prod all he wanted； but they weren't getting out。
He spoke more gently。 〃Here。 Sit down。 I'll make us some coffee。 You can
talk。〃
〃I don't want to talk。 Some things are best left dead and buried。〃 She
shuddered at her own choice of words。
〃Sit。〃 He nudged her into the chair she had left； and she sat； if only
because her legs were unsteady。 He proceeded to clear the table； rinse
everything； and perk a small pot of coffee。 She watched almost
incidentally； her thoughts far off in a world of what…it's。 What if
Crystal had won that toss of the coin？ What if Crystal had set out to
seduce Ross and been seduced herself。？ What if Crystal had died anyway？
Would Chloe feel the same guilt now？
〃How do you take it？〃 Ross asked； placing a steaming mug before her。
〃Black。 Thank you。〃
After lacing his own with milk and sugar； he returned to his seat。
Chloe tried to control her thoughts by speaking first。 〃You've e a
long way in the business world since I saw you last； Ross。 How did you
manage it？〃
He smiled。 〃You mean； how did I manage the transformation from'far out'
to 'far in'？ The fact is； I never was all that 'far out。' I went my own
way for a while。 I avoided money。 I grew a beard because there wasn't
modern plumbing where I was in Africa； and I didn't want to have to
shave at dawn by the riverside。 I wore jeans because they were
fortable； same with loose shirts。 I'd grown up in a world of rigid
discipline。 I wanted my freedom。〃
〃〃Rigid discipline'？〃 She realized again how little she knew of Ross。
He eyed her with something akin to amusement。 〃Y'know； considering you
slept with the man the first time you met him 。。 。〃
〃That's not fa