Mitch and the wall； between a rock and a hard place。 She was wondering
where to go； when he flattened his hands on the wall by either shoulder。
〃This has gone on long enough。 I'm going to talk now； and you're going
to listen。 My patience is wearing thin。〃
〃Your patience？〃 she cried； raising her eyes to his。 〃What about mine？
And what about my feelings？ But then； you never were all that concerned
about what would happen to me after you'd taken everything you wanted！
You are the most selfish； arrogant； ruthless…〃
The list of scathing expletives would have gone on if he hadn't stopped
them with his mouth。 She tried to pull back； to twist her head away； to
push him off。 But he was bigger； stronger； and determined。
He drew her from the wall and into his arms； kissing her so vehemently
that her breath was cut off。 At the instant she would have collapsed； he
eased his grip； breathing raggedly for a moment before capturing her
lips again。
This time was different。 His mouth was more persuasive now； moving with
gentleness and sensual sureness。 Anne might have been able to resist
force； but a caring kiss was something else。 Her body was weak； her mind
muddled。 While her arms continued to apply a token pressure against his
chest； her lips betrayed her。 Gradually they softened； then opened； then
drank helplessly of his kiss。
When he finally