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asm。 I simply couldn't help myself。〃
He could feel her heated body beneath the tank dress as pletely as if she were already naked。
〃I think I was there for hours。 Maybe my boyfriend came after me to see where I'd gone； I don't know。 He finally left； horny and out of money。 But I no longer cared； I had you。 Almost。 Not until I applied for the job。 Not quite。 When you told me I had it。 Then。〃
〃But by that time you knew I was married。〃
〃I knew all about you。〃
〃So you knew you could never have me。〃
〃On the contrary； it never occurred to me that I'd never have you。 My fantasies were too real。 I knew they were visions of the future。〃
Perhaps she was mad； Nicholas thought。 Perhaps it was as simple as that； but he doubted it。 Real life was rarely neat and simple。 〃Why is Van Kiet so hot to kill me？〃
〃He holds you responsible for killing the two soldiers in Cu Chi。〃
〃He executed Bay for those murders。〃
〃No。 He killed her because it pleased him to do so。 He'd still skin you alive if given half a chance。〃
Nicholas looked down at her。 〃But you won't give him that chance； will you？〃
〃That's right；〃 she said with a thorny smile。 〃You're safe with me。〃
He put his arms around her。 〃And why is that？ Who do you work for here？〃
She squirmed in his tight embrace； reacting to the beginning of his interrogation。 〃Why should I be working for anyone except you？〃
〃Because influence is everything here； and you're a female。 Worse； a Japanese； a foreigner。〃
〃Not quite。 My father is Vietnamese。〃 Her lips flowered； as her head swung back。 He felt the trembling in her as he extended his psyche； a kind of spasmodic quivering that reverberated through her。 What was happening？ She was flushed； and perspiration broke out on her skin。 〃Ohhh！〃 It was a long； stomach…deep groan； and she collapsed in his arms。
My God； he thought； stunned； she's had on orgasm。
She pulled herself against him； whispering； 〃Again； again！〃 in a deep； guttural voice。
〃Seiko …〃
Her mouth closed over his； her pink tongue twining with his。 At the same time her hand gently squeezed the bulge between his legs。
〃I knew it；〃 she said breathlessly。 A satisfied smile spread across her face。 〃You can't hide how you feel about me。 I felt it so strongly that night at the airport when you left for Venice it was almost a physical pain。〃 Her fingertips； the palm of her hand； were working on him； drawing him out to full length。 〃Were you really so surprised when I told； you how I felt about you？〃
〃Yes； I …〃
〃No； don't lie to me。 I know what you felt； because your aura quivered。 I felt its echo like a ripple in a pond that tells of something moving beneath the still surface。 I could sense this unfurling even then。〃
〃Seiko； you're deluding yourself if you …〃
〃This is no delusion；〃 she whispered； sliding to her knees。 She had unfastened his trousers； had him out； hot in her hands。 What was happening？ He could not control himself。 The orgasm she had experienced without his physically touching her had inflamed him； and now her strange fire had infected him； and it was too late to stop。
She bent her head； her long hair sliding sensuously across her shoulders as she took him between her lips。 He was engulfed in an exquisite wet heat。 She moved slowly down him； and inside； her tongue was busy rolling and flicking at all the most sensitive parts of him。
Without conscious volition his hands stroked her shoulders； pushed down the straps of her dress。 She dropped her arms long enough to bare her breasts； and when his hands moved down to cup them； he felt the deep vibration in her throat as she groaned。
He did not want it to end this way； but he could not bear to make her stop。 He relied her nipples between his fingers as she took him all the way inside。 He felt sensations down his shaft； then at the tip。 They built to the point where he could no longer control his body or his thoughts。 His tanjian eye opened as if of its own will； projecting itself outward in a rush as he exploded； bent over her； feeling the rhythmic sensations as she continued her ministrations。
To his surprise he did not lose his hardness； and now he pushed her roughly down； shoving her dress up her thighs。 She wore no underwear； and she was very wet。 He entered her to the hilt； and he knew that she was feeling him not just physically but psychically as well。 One stroke caused her to cry out as she spasmed； her heart thundering； her tender flesh contracting wildly around him。 There were tears in her eyes and her cries of excitement were so passionate that he knew instinctively that she was not mad； rather that she possessed a rare ability； a sensitivity to his psychic energy。 This was what had attracted her so strongly at Nangi's club on the night she had first seen him； what had drawn her to him； what had caused her orgasm amid all those people。
Nicholas lost himself inside her； unable to help himself as she was unable to quell her ecstasy。 He tried to control his tanjian power； keeping it tightly bound； but it was desperate to be loosed and would not obey him。 It emerged from undercover； wrapping them in a protective cocoon that kept their desire aflame for far longer than it would otherwise have been possible。 Afterward； they slept as if dead。
It was deep in the night when they awoke； and it was like returning to consciousness after a high fever。 They were both disoriented； but part of this must have been the desire to keep a hold on a state of being that was fast evaporating。
From the open windows a riot of sounds drifted up from the streets： chickens squawking； motorbikes revving； trucks rumbling； rock'n'roll blaring from a club down the block； the chanting of a Buddhist prayer。 A heady mixture of incense； grilling meat； perfume； vinegar and cloves； fermented salt fish； human sweat； and diesel fumes turned the atmosphere oppressive and cloying。
〃Am I awake？〃
He pushed damp hair off his forehead。 〃Yes。〃
Her eyes fitted with tears； and covering her bare breasts with her hand； she rolled away from him。 〃I'm sorry。 I have no excuse for my actions。 I …〃
His hand closed over her haunch and he felt her shudder as she let go with a tiny cry。 A muscle in her buttock quivered。
〃Ah； Buddha； what is happening to me？〃 She was weeping now。 〃I wanted you so badly； so desperately； that I would have killed； I would have done anything …〃
He put his palm across her mouth。 〃Hush； now。〃 He pulled her up against him； rocking her gently。 〃I felt it； too； even … yes； you were right … that evening at Narita。〃
She leaned against him。 〃I feel as if I've drunk a quart of Scotch。〃
Her breath came against his chest； and he could feel her heartbeat as if she were within him。 Somewhere deep inside him he suspected that it was dangerous to allow himself this intoxication； to be this close to her； to involve himself in the form of magic he now believed she represented。 On the other hand； the challenge was irresistible。
Apart from the fact that she was his best lead to Abramanov and the person or people behind Vincent Tinh's murder； and thereby Abramanov； the psychic union they had undergone had made her precious to him。
Now he was confronted with someone