That touch, the way he held her made her heart skip a million times faster with each kiss. He really could make a girl crazy. "I love you," she said in a whisper just before that kiss turned up the heat. With Much she didn't feel like just a conquest for some bloke to get his jollies off, or think she was too hot to touch. She wanted to keep feeling like this, because it made her special. Not a weapon. Not just one of the guys. Not a goddess. Just special.