CHAPTER TEN
JANET WAS MORE THAN a beautiful woman and a good model. She was white heat and surging womanhood all dolled up in a body like that of a French movie star. She was as wanton as a Polynesian dancer and as demanding as a nympho. Lying there beside her relaxed nakedness, Nick Danson felt like another man - a tired one.
He laid his hand over the swelling rise of her breast and slid it down the flat velvet of her stomach. She made a small sound in her throat and kissed him on the cheek with lips like branding irons.
“I’m glad you have amnesia,” she cooed against his ear.
“Why, for God’s sake?”
She snuggled the curling warmth of her body against him and chuckled. “Because of this. You used to kiss me, but that was all. I wanted more, but not you.”
He blinked at the ceiling at he
