Under the full moon, Lori Harding fought her emotions while locked in Pierre Bourgon's strong arms, swaying to the sensual African rhythms. The aristocratic French doctor was still in love with his dead fiancée, Rachel. He had made that patently clear days before only moments after his lips had claimed Lori's. Now his hard body sent shivers through her. How much longer could she stand this exquisite torment?
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As Pierre asks Lori to dance, he is determined to keep his emotions in check.
"I wanted to apologize to you for the other day," he mutters.
"Forget it. I have." Lori quickly changes the subject. "This is a wonderful party—though people seem to keep disappearing."
"There are always private places where couples can be alone. An African full moon works its magic on lovers—and those who would be lovers."
Pierre's heart beats faster.
She feels so soft against my body. Who am I kidding? I want her—and in a moment she will feel how much.
