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that drew his gaze like a magnet.
    In the next instant, the mockery was being kissed from her mouth.Jordanhad signaled no warning of his intentions, and he found her mouth vulnerable and invitingly open in the soft curve of a smile. He seized the opportunity with the single-minded will of a man who respects the laws of chance too much not to take advantage of a bit of luck.
    Alyssa's eyes opened wide as his mouth closed forcefully, warmly over hers. She hadn't been expecting the kiss; not here, not yet. The future was upon her.
    And it seemed to envelop her. She felt her senses spin, making her feel rather like a roulette wheel, after all. At the mercy of chance instead of in control of it, Alyssa could rally no defense. The touch of his mouth was firm and heated and deeply demanding. She felt unable to do anything other than let the professional gambler determine the rules of the game.
    Slowly, inevitably, he forced her head back while he explored the unknown territory behind her lips. As the languid strains of the music swirled around them on the shadowy dance floor,Jordanprobed the delicate flower of her mouth with his tongue. Even as he mastered her lips, his exquisitely erotic touch was working magic in the deliriously sensitive area at the base of her spine.
    "Alyssa," he grated against her mouth, "my sweet lady gambler. Do you know what you do to me?
    What you've been doing to me all evening? I've never wanted a woman as suddenly, as completely, as I want you tonight"
    The barely restrained passion of his words touched her senses as deliberately as his fingers stroked the curve of her hip, and Alyssa sighed as her mouth was freed When he feathered the smallest of kisses on her temple, she turned her lips instinctively against his throat The shudder that went through him as she began to respond was accompanied by a husky groan.Jordan's hold on her tightened.
    "Jordan?" The question in her single word was fraught with a million uncertainties, all ancient and all female.
    "Hush, sweetheart. There is only the present for you tonight remember?"
    Alyssa knew she was being seduced, and she could only wonder at it She was thirty years old, and never had she experienced anything quite like this, not even during the short, disastrous period of her marriage to an awesomely brilliant mathematician. It fascinated and hypnotized and lured and promised. She had attempted to live a reasonably normal, if somewhat restrained, social life since her divorce. But always she maintained a sense of control over any given situation. No, never in her whole life had she known Generated by ABC Amber LIT Conv erter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
    the true sensation of outright seduction. Was this the peril involved when illusion became reality?
    The dance slowly drifted to a conclusion, leaving Alyssa feeling as unsteady as if she had been drinking far too much. There was no need to worry about how she would make it back to the table, however; Jordan's arm was anchored securely around her waist, and she was pinned tightly against the side of his lean, warm body.
    "Another Drambuie for my lady and another Scotch for me,"Jordanmurmured to the hovering cocktail waitress as he carefully seated Alyssa.
    "Are you plying me with drink?" Alyssa demanded interestedly.
    "Don't fret," he said, sitting down next to her and reaching out to cover her hand with his own. "I don't intend to get you drunk." The pad of his thumb traced a tantalizing line across the sensitive skin of her inner wrist When Alyssa silently caught her breath, he cradled her hand in his fingers and lifted it to his lips for a fleeting caress.
    "You've been spending too much time on the Continent," Alyssa informed him with an attempt at lightness as she retrieved her hand. Propping her elbow on the table, she rested her chin in the palm he had just kissed. His eyes met hers, and now she could clearly read the desire in them.
    "Alyssa, are you going to play games with me