he said softly. “Don’t be afraid.”“Afraid?” She shook her head. “I’m not afraid of you, Amirov.”“Then tell me what’s wrong. You look so sad.” Sliding his hand through her hair, he tucked an errant curl behind one small ear. “Don’t be sad. Was it something I did?” He studied her face. “I thought… Forgive me if I’m mistaken, but you enjoyed our encounter as much as I did.”“I did.” Pink flushed her cheeks. “Then tell me what’s wrong.”“I’m afraid of what you’ll do to me.”“Do to you?” Framing her cheek with his hand, he gently brushed his thumb across her bottom lip.“You don’t like me, Amirov. You’d let them wipe my memories. You held me down.” Unexpectedly, tears sparkled in her eyes. “Why are you here? Is this another experiment?”Her words cut him to the bone. “You honestly think I don’t like you?”“Why are you here?” she repeated.His ardour had cooled enough to allow him to think clearly. He debated what to say, not familiar enough with his feelings even though the sudden heat and passion now seemed so…normal. Looking at her, he could say only the truth. “Molly, I’ve never felt anything like the feelings you stir in me. You bring out desires that I don’t recognize.”“You’ve been with a woman before.”“For equal satisfaction, but Molly, you make me burn.” Just the words had the fire stoking inside him, and he started to lower his head again.Her fingertips came between their mouths. “Amirov-”
