But she was seared by that glance, which surveyed, approved, asked, expected and... knew.He was one of those rare men who knew women, and were all the more dangerous for their knowledge. She responded to the danger alarm that all women possess by lifting her head withthe innate dignity that characterized her every movement, and met that bold look. She saidquietly, "What an odd thing to say," and she was proud that her voice hadn't trembled."Is it?" His voice was even softer than before, deeper, increasingly intimate. "Then you can'tknow what I'm thinking."
“No,” she said, and left it at that, not picking up on the innuendo that she knew was there.
"You will," he promised, his tone nothing now but a low rasp that touched every nerve in her body. As he spoke, the arm about her waist tightened to pull her closer, not so close that shewould have felt obliged to protest, but still she was suddenly, mutely aware of the ripplingmuscles in his thighs as his legs moved against hers. Her fingers clenched restlessly on hisshoulder as she fought the abrupt urge to slide them inside his collar, to feel his bare skin anddiscover for herself if her fingers would be singed by the fire of him. Shocked at herself, shekept her eyes determinedly on the shoulder seam of his jacket and tried not to think of thestrength she could feel in the hand that clasped hers, or in the one that pressed so lightly on thesmall of her back... lightly; but she had the sudden thought that if she tried to move away fromhim, that hand would prevent the action."Your shoulders look like satin," he murmured roughly; before she could guess his intentions,his head dipped and his mouth, warm and hard, touched the soft, bare curve of her shoulder. Afine madness seized her and she quivered, her eyes drifting shut. God, he was making love to her on the dance floor, and she didn't even know his name! But everything in her was responding tohim, totally independent of her control; she couldn't even control her thoughts, which keptleaping ahead to more dangerous subjects, wondering how his mouth would feel if it kept slidingdown her body...."Stop that," she said, to herself as well as to him, but her voice was lacking any element of command; instead it was soft and shivery, the way she felt. Her skin felt as if it were on fire, butvoluptuous shivers almost like a chill kept tickling her spine."Why?" he asked, his mouth making a sleek glissade from her shoulder to the sensitivehollow just before her ear."People are watching," she murmured weakly, sagging against him as her body went limpfrom the naming delight that went off like a rocket inside her. His arm tightened about her waistto hold her up, but the intensified sensations of being pressed to him only made her that muchweaker. She drew a ragged breath; locked against him as she was, there was no mistaking the blatant male arousal of his body, and she lifted stunned, drowning eyes to him. He was watchingher through narrowed eyes, the intense, laser quality of his gaze burning into her. There was noembarrassment or apology in his expression; he was a man, and reacted as such. Susan found, toher dazed astonishment, that the deeply feminine center of her didn't want an apology. Shewanted instead to drop her head to his shoulder and collapse into his lean, knowledgeable hands; but she was acutely aware not only of the people watching him, but also that if she followed her very feminine inclination, he was likely to respond by carrying her away like a pirate stealing alady who had taken his fancy. No matter how he made her feel, this man was still a stranger toher."I don't even know who you are," she gasped quietly, her nails digging into his shoulder."Would knowing my name make any difference?" He blew gently on one of the tendrils thatlay on her temple, watching the silky hair lift and fall. "But if it makes you feel better,sweetheart, we're keeping it in the family."He was teasing, his teeth glistening whitely as he smiled, and Susan caught her breath, holdingit for a moment before she could control her voice again. "I don't understand," she admitted,lifting her face to him."Take another deep breath like that, and it won't matter if you understand or not," he muttered,making her searingly aware of how her breasts had flattened against the hard planes of flesh beneath the white jacket. His diamond-faceted gaze dipped to the softness of her mouth as he ex-