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her skin.
     “It’s just me,” he murmured, and he slowly reeled her in, until her breasts were grazing
     sensually against his chest, his erection nestled between her legs, his eyes were
     so dilated they were almost black.
    His finger slid up and down her cleavage, where the fabric had parted. Then it slid
     higher to seize her chin and keep her gaze focused on his face, raw with desire. “I
     like you with your hair down. You look soft and inviting.” The raw male lust in his
     eyes caressed her like his words, and her body responded, her nipples visibly erect
     and poking into the flimsy material of her peignoir just as his eyes dropped to take
     them in again. “And I like what you’re wearing, too.”
    Trembling to her bones, she pulled his shirt free from the waistband of his dress
     slacks and began to slowly unbutton it. “Are you going to make me take it off, or
     will you do it?”
    His eyes glimmered, and her breaths became uneven as he bent his head. “Whatever the
     lady wants.” Her stomach clenched in needy anticipation as his lips grazed hers, just
     a whisper. Her breath tangled in her throat when they grazed hers again, then his
     hands slid into the mass of her hair as he spoke, his voice getting thicker and thicker.
     “Are you just mine to play with for now … or are you planning to be friendly with
     anyone else?”
    He sounded possessive. Extremely possessive. Ecstasy trembled through her and she
     didn’t know why, but she slid her hands up his hard abdomen and eased his shirt off
     his powerful shoulders. “Just you. All my other special friends were busy.”
    “Ahhh. Then I’m so glad I passed on all those other offers, too.”
    She didn’t laugh. She couldn’t. Instead she felt a wave of jealousy rise within her,
     followed by a harsh wave of longing so intense that she couldn’t wait a single second
     more wondering what his lips felt like. She’d wondered at nineteen … at twenty … at
     twenty-one.… She wondered now what would have happened if she hadn’t been so afraid
     of what she felt.…
    It felt right to wrap her arms around his neck and set her mouth on his lips, like
     she’d spent years waiting for it, as right as breathing. He was motionless as though
     afraid she would reject him again, so she dared to lick his lips as soon as she could,
     and he shuddered, a tremor rushing along his muscled body. Suddenly he parted open
     and the kiss became his, and he took control of it so fiercely her senses spun.
    Her head fell back under the onslaught, sustained only by his fists on her hair, his
     lips firm and pressing hers apart so his tongue could probe her, taste her. She hadn’t
     expected the taste of his kiss to release such a deep need inside her, but her entire
     body was shaken with tremors when he grabbed her closer to his hard body and pushed
     her lips apart even wider.
    Her brain shut down as he roughly suckled the flesh of her lower lip into his mouth,
     and she couldn’t help but go inside his mouth, greedy and thirsty. He groaned; she
     loved it. Felt it in her core, her womb.
    She’d never kissed anyone so primitively, so instinctively. He tasted indescribably
     male. Dark, somehow, like espresso. He dragged his mouth to her ear, his voice like
     she had never heard it before.
    “Come here and let me enjoy my new toy, Monica.”
    He gripped her waist in his big hands and lifted her in the air until her breasts
     were on his mouth. He nipped one nipple with his lips, the flimsy peignoir proving
     no barrier against his sudden kiss, the dampness of his mouth. A moan rose unbidden
     within her as he turned to nip the other one.
    His mouth engulfed it with the fabric and everything, and her senses honed in on his
     heat, his tongue … all of her mind became engaged at once. A tremor rushed through
     her, her body aloft in the air, her only contact to this earth were his hands on her
     waist and the burning heat of his mouth, going from one nipple,