d again； homing in now on her mouth； which
quivered。 She couldn't move。 Terror rose up from the pit of her stomach。
〃No game？〃 he echoed as she struggled to pull herself free of his
leghold。 With the grace of an athlete and the power of a lion； he
stretched fully over her； flattening her onto the cold floor。
Panic hit then。 〃Let go！ Get off me！〃 Futilely she pushed against him；
but his body weight was awesome； stealing her breath。 Gasping for air；
she continued to push as his mouth lowered。 〃No！〃 she cried and wrenched
her head to the side。
He brought it back with a firm hand。 〃No game； you say？ We'll see about
that。〃 His lips seized hers with a steadiness that held her head flush
against the oak planks。 Startling in intensity； relentless in duration；
his kiss had an animalism that was primitive and raw。
She fought desperately； writhing beneath him until one large hand seized
both of hers and pinned them to the floor above her head。 Only then did
his lips finally release hers。
Fighting tears； she gasped for breath； and all the while he studied her。
When he finally spoke； he was calm and cynical。 〃Tears？ That's not part
of the game plan。〃 In an effort to raise himself； his hand tightened on
hers； forcing them to bear the brunt of his weight。 She cried out in
pain when her wedding band dug in。
He freed her quickly then； and sat back