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tonight.”
    She looked at him and made quick note of the devilish glint in his eye. Once again she wondered why she was fighting the attraction sizzling between them.
    Screw it all. She wanted him to kiss her. She wanted Dominic DeMarco to kiss her like he’d never kissed another woman before.

Chapter Seven
     
     
    The sun crept through the thin space between the pleated silk drapes, across the plush carpet, and up and over the luxurious satin sheets, attempting to wake Sam from a deep contented sleep.
    She nuzzled closer to DeMarco’s strong firm body and slid her hand over his rock-hard chest and then down across his chiseled abdomen. Her fingers lingered there for a moment, circling his abs before moving lower—holy cow!
    Her eyes shot open and she sat up. It wasn’t a crazy, wild dream after all. Dominic DeMarco was in bed with her and he was naked. She lifted the satin sheet, took a peek, and felt the blood rush from her face.
    Dropping the sheet, she looked about the room. Her wedding dress, bra, nylons, garter belt, and lacey underwear were littered across the floor, making a perfect path from the door to the bed.
    This did not happen. She did not sleep with Dominic DeMarco.
    She looked at the massive diamond on her finger…it was all a distant memory…a blur…a dream…a nightmare. Marrying him temporarily was one thing, but this—
    She was a good girl. Not exactly a virgin, but she had rules. Sleeping with a man on the first date, even if she was married to him, was a definite no-no.
    A deeply bronzed masculine arm slid across the sheets toward her, his fingers settling on her thigh.
    She pushed his hand away and jumped out of bed, pulling the sheet with her so she could cover her own nakedness. The room began to spin. She braced herself to keep from toppling over. Now that the sheet had been removed, there was nothing left to cover DeMarco, leaving her no choice but to take in every inch of him: tanned and hard and fully erect, ready for action.
    His arm slid upward over his head and came to rest on his pillow. One of his eyes opened, immediately followed by the other eye. He lifted his head and followed the direction of her gaze. Without a word spoken, his head fell back onto the mounds of pillows. Making no attempt to cover himself, he asked, “Is something wrong, sweetheart?”
    “Don’t call me that! Of course something is wrong. We’re in bed together and we’re naked. I’m a notch, for God’s sake.”
    “A notch?”
    “On your headboard.”
    He smiled. “The old morning-after regrets, huh?”
    “What did you say?”
    “Right now you’re thinking, what have I done? How can I possibly look myself in the mirror again? What will my mother think?” He rubbed the sleep from his eyes. “I’ve heard it all before.”
    Her brows drew together. “You…you egotistical bastard.”
    “I had a feeling last night might have been a mistake.”
    Her eyes narrowed. “And you slept with me anyhow?”
    “You were irresistible.”
    “Really,” she snapped. She looked at the ring on her finger, her mouth a grim line as she tried to remove it from her finger. She twisted and pulled but the beautiful two-carat emerald cut diamond wouldn’t come off.
    “Careful, sweetheart, you’re going to break your finger.”
    She looked at him and growled. “Look at you, flaunting yourself like…like a stallion.”
    “Stop,” he said, “you’re making me blush.”
    She glared at him. “What is your problem?”
    Lazily he rolled off the bed and took his sweet time locating his dress pants. “I was going to ask you the same thing,” he said, his voice tinged with annoyance as he zipped his pants, not an easy task, considering his rigid state.
    He moved around the bed and came to where she stood. “Go ahead and have your little tantrum but don’t act as if I took advantage of you, as if you didn’t want me last night as much as I wanted you.”
    She clearly remembered being pressed close to him in the