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| the tip of her nose. "Let me do the worrying, Sasha. I'd better be plagued by worry wrinkles than you." His hand cupped her chin, and her eyelashes fluttered nervously as she met his steady gaze. "I don't want anything ever to mar that lovely face of yours. Damn, Sasha, do you know how breathtakingly beautiful you are?" |

| Sasha smiled softly up at him. "I may not be all that beautiful," she whispered. "But, Ashton, I do feel it deep inside my soul whenever you look at me like that." Her heart seemed to be melting when he flicked his tongue across her lips teasingly. She inhaled a nervous breath of air and closed her eyes. "Please, Ashton, don't" she softly begged, realizing where this was going to lead if she did not nip it in the bud now. She could feel her reserves weakening. |

| "Why, Sasha?" Ashton whispered huskily, his lips now at the hollow of her throat. "Why must you always fight the passion? Just relax. Let your feelings take hold. Let me . . . love you." |

| "I did not follow you to the outback for . . . this," she protested, trembling when Ashton cupped a hand around one of her breasts, the heat of his flesh penetrating the thin cotton material of her dress. |

| "I did not bring you to the outback with the intention of rendering you helpless to my commands, either," Ashton whispered. "I had hoped that you would quit fighting your emotions and would come to me willinglywould want me as badly as I want you." He began easing her to the floor. "And you do, Sasha, but are too stubborn to admit it." |

| Ashton held her within his arms only inches from the floor, his fingers at the buttons at the back of her |

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