AS JASON slowly moved his lips over hers, he waited for the protest that never came. She tasted of saltines and wonderful enchantment. But not affection. Never affection. There was too much heat. Too much longing. When she drew closer and drove her long fingers into his hair, he groaned.

He broke free long enough to sweep off the contents on the table to one side, mistakenly knocking the bottle of champagne down. Not caring that the wine was spilling on the floor, he hauled her right on top ...