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her mouth away. He
tried to follow her, his head dipping forward to catch her lips again. She
leaned back with a playful grin, denying him. The sight of her already looking
rumpled, her mouth damp and swollen from his kiss, her eyes cloudy with desire,
sent another charge through him. She looked that way because of him, because
she wanted him, because of what he’d already done to her, because of what he
was going to.
    “I missed you,”
she whispered, damn near purring.
    “I missed you
more.”
    Her laugh was
throaty and musical. “Impossible.”
    “I just spent
seven months staring at a bunch of guys I was tired of looking at after the
first day. Trust me, you didn’t have it anywhere near that bad.”
    “Ah, so you were
just starving for a woman, not necessarily me.”
    “No, not any
woman.” He managed to capture her mouth for one quick kiss before she dodged
away again. “Just you.”
    “Good.” She
favored him with one long, deep kiss that had the groan rising deep in his
throat again. “If I had to suffer, it’s only fair you should too.”
    “I guess you
didn’t find anyone to take my place while I was gone then,” he said lightly,
even as his heart lurched at her answer.
    “I’m afraid I
didn’t have the time,” she said. “Maybe I’ll have to make more of an effort to
get out there when you’re gone again.”
    Though he knew
he had no claim on her, he still felt a fierce tug of satisfaction at her
words. She hadn’t been with anyone else. The other guys in this city must be
blind not to be banging down her door, but damned if he wasn’t thankful that
was the case. “Don’t bother. You won’t find anybody as good.”
    Her eyebrows
quirked saucily. “Glad to see you’re not lacking in confidence. I’ve got some
big expectations after waiting all this time.”
    “You’re not the
only one.” He lowered his eyes. The top of the robe she was wearing gaped open,
offering up a delectable view of her breasts. What he wouldn’t give to have a
hand free that he could reach down, push the fabric aside and take one in his
hand. “What do you have on under that robe?”
    Her eyes
sparkled. “Guess.”
    “Nothing, I
hope.”
    “Oh.” She bit
her lip. “You’re going to be disappointed then.”
    He could tell
she was teasing him, which only stoked his anticipation for what she had under
there. Whatever it was, there couldn’t be much to it. He could feel her body
beneath the slippery fabric. A thousand possibilities crammed into his head,
each better than the last. “Not as long as I get to take it off, whatever it
is.”
    “Do you want to
see?”
    “More than
anything,” he said. The raw roughness of his voice gave away the desperation of
his answer.
    She placed her
hands on his chest and pushed, forcing him to release her. Her fingers moved to
untie the belt cinched at her waist as she danced away, her hips shimmying with
each step. The folds of the robe slipped ever lower, revealing more and more
glimpses of round, naked flesh. She stopped in the middle of the room, too far
out of reach for his liking, but he couldn’t seem to move. After a moment, he
realized he’d stopped breathing, the air stuck in his throat. He had to force
himself to pull another breath into his strangled lungs. Finally the belt was
loose enough that she could tug it apart and let the ends hang loosely at her
sides. She pushed the robe from her shoulders. It fell in a heap at her feet.
    His cock jerked,
and he almost came right then and there, without touching himself or having her
touch him, just from the sight of this magnificent woman standing in front of
him.
    She hadn’t lied.
She wasn’t wearing nothing, but she might as well be. Her breasts were bare,
the firm, round globes bouncing gently as she swayed. The pink tips were erect,
jutting out at him, calling to him. She had great breasts, not too big, not too
small, just the right size to fit in the palm of his hand. He would have
reached out to