"I want to see you," she grunted harshly. "When you're talking, I want to know what you're saying! When you laugh, I want to see your eyes light up, and when I get you off"—her voice dropped sexily—"I want to see you scream even if I don't hear it."

"I don't suppose. . ." he began uncertainly, enjoying making love to her in the dark, where he could fool himself into believing she was the old NATASHA, the one who had made love with him, though she now claimed that she never had. A pain spear ran through him as he recalled her dinner-time confession, and he tried to extricate...