"I know," was the only response that would pass her lips. His hands on her shoulders were enticing, inviting.
"You're beautiful," Shane coaxed, and his fingers tickled her neck. "I know this is crazy--I don't know how to describe it--but I need you, Mara. Not because you're a woman, but because you're unique . . . special . . . captivating. You're you and I want the most intimate part of you."
"You don't even know me," she whispered in a feeble protest, knowing she was succumbing to the magic of the seductive night.