Durell bent his head and kissed her. Her mouth was warm and alive against his. Her fingertips began moving in small persistent circles against his flesh, She breathed faster, pulled away, looked at him from under her lashes and smiled. The she quickly shoved down the shoulders of her dress until it tumbled toher narrow waist. She wore nothing underneath. "Now," she whispered. "Now you see me as I really am!" "Yes." "Do you want me now?" "Any man would." "I'm not interested in just any man. I'm only interested in you, Durell." She came toward him again, her body hot and smooth and alive -- and Durell knew he was trapped. And he knew what he had to do...
1961.