His tone was gentle； his touch
even more so； and when he raised his eyes； they were the gentlest yet。
Her breath faltered。
He curved a hand to her neck。 His thumb feather…touched the soft swell
of her lips。 For an instant he hesitated； and Anne's breath held。
With eternal slowness； he raised his mouth to hers in a kiss that was
little more than the tantalizingly light movement of his lips。 When she
made no protest； he deepened it； coaxing her mouth open with a
gentleness that was worlds away from the first night's force。
Anne was entranced。 She couldn't think； because this wasn't part of her
plan。 But she could feel； and what she felt was overwhelming； the purest
pleasure in a meeting of mouths； a touching of tongues。
Abruptly he pulled away； and sanity returned。
With a gasp she bolted from the chair and； ignoring a twinge in her
knee； went to the far side of the room。 Mitch stood； keeping his back to
her as his breathing steadied。 When he finally faced her； he had his
passion in check。
By that time； she was trying to understand herself。 Because she
couldn't； she lashed out at him。 〃You had no business doing that。〃
His lips thinned。 〃I don't seem to recall your objecting。〃
〃You didn't give me much of a chance。〃
He approached； studying her eyes； the heat on her cheeks； the tiny
quiver of her lips。 He frowned。 〃It's been a lo