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that wasn't the reason you were out with that boy tonight. ..."
    "If what wasn't the reason?" Reva demanded.
    "If you'd convinced yourself I hadn't made it back to the States I could see why you might have tried to console yourself with someone else," he explained patiently.
    "Josh, let's get something very clear between us," Reva said carefully, determinedly. "I was out with Bruce tonight because I wanted to go out with him. I am, in fact, considering marriage to him. I have not spent the last four months pining for you. I was very grateful to you, of course, but I don't recall ever giving you the impression that I expected you to look me up when you got back!"
    "But I'm here, Reva," he said calmly, "and I don't believe you. You must have been expecting me because I told you to expect me." Such vast, complete assurance, Reva thought a little dizzily. How did one combat it?
    "Josh, what happened between us was over four months ago'when you put me on that plane. You know that as well as I do. We had nothing holding us together except the business of trying to stay alive. I admit I could never have made it without you," Reva said with passionate honesty, "but you can't have mistaken my gratitude for some undying love. During those three days I told you something of my life and my career. Surely you understood that our backgrounds were completely different, completely incompatible. . . ."
    "You didn't answer my question in the restaurant," he interrupted gently. "Do you still have the nightmare?"
    "No," she lied heavily, "and it would be none of your business if I did!"
    The honey of his eyes flowed over her face, soft and hungry, and Reva knew he hadn't listened to a thing she had said.
    "I'll take you home, Reva," he said deeply. "We have a lot of lost time to make up. But first. .." He broke off
    his words abruptly and bent his head as if he could no longer resist the temptation of her mouth. Holding her face carefully and firmly, Josh took her lips in a sudden, fiercely possessive kiss filled with barely restrained raw male hunger.
    Helpless, Reva felt the heat of his mouth moving on hers, tasting, exploring, relearning. He was like a warrior home after months of danger and privation. Such men went a little crazy at first. Everyone knew that, Reva assured herself. And if a man has convinced himself that there is a certain woman waiting for him it made sense he might seek her out, expecting a warm welcome. Shouldn't she be a little patient with this man who had saved her life?
    But the primitive, compelling demand in his kiss warned against granting him even the smallest of kindnesses. He would only swallow them up and instantly demand more even, as now, when he was unsatisfied with the taste of her lips, he began insisting on the full surrender of her mouth.
    Very carefully Reva lifted her hands to his shoulders and tried to push against him, but he hardly seemed to notice.
    "Reva, honey," he grated at the corner of her mouth, his breath warm on her skin, "I could take you here and now in the back seat of this damn car, I'm that desperate for you!"
    His hands still cupping her face, Josh moved his thumbs to the edge of her lips, forcing them apart. Reva tried to protest but the small sound was drowned beneath his heavier groan of passion as his tongue swept into the undefended valley of her mouth, plundering the warmth it found there.
    A tiny, numbing edge of panic began to filter through Reva's awareness. Things were getting out of hand. His
    weight shifted unexpectedly as he lowered strong fingers to her waist to pull her more tightly against him. Reva took the opportunity to struggle in earnest, turning her head to the side. The small action jarred her glasses, knocking them askew, and she instantly reached up to rescue them.
    The little gesture was enough to cause Josh reluctantly to lift his head, his gold cat eyes flaming softly down at her as she made a production out of straightening the chic frames and righting her