He pressed against her, forcing her back against the bar, allowing her to feel the hard thrust of his arousal through the soft silk of her gown. Samantha trembled with the promise pulsing in his powerful body.

"Tell me you don't want me. Tell me I wouldn't feel the damp heat of your desire if I lifted your gown and slipped my hand between your thighs."

Samantha pulled back, dragging air into her lungs like a drowning woman. She was drowning, in his warmth, in the

desire, he conjured up inside her." The man I want no longer exists."

He stared down at her, his lips pulled into a tight...