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trouble, but he was fascinated by this woman and her attempt at taking control. 
    “We’re not making love tonight, Ciara,” he told her. 
    Ciara stood on the first step of her tiny cabin and she was still shorter than he was.  “Zoran, if you don’t get inside that doorway, I’m going to strip down right here and we’ll both discover what is going to happen.”
    He chuckled and crossed his arms over his massive chest.  “You’re not going to strip down here, Ciara.  Too much potential for someone to see you.”
    She raised one eyebrow in challenge, both irritated by his stubbornness and turned on by the feminine power she felt surging through her.  She knew that he wanted her.  Badly.  And she was going to follow through on all of her desires tonight.  “Really?” she asked with a secret smile. 
    A moment later, he cursed under his breath when she simply lifted her tee-shirt over her head.  Zoran lifted her from the step and carried her the rest of the way into the cabin.  “That’s cheating, Ciara,” he told her.
    She didn’t listen.  She stepped back and reached behind her.  Zoran noticed her shaking hands, but his mind was focused only on her breasts.  They looked perfect in the moonlight, pale and pert, full with beautiful, pink nipples that were begging him for his mouth.  She dropped the bit of lace onto the floor and Zoran watched in fascination as her fingers moved to the waistband of her shorts.  A moment later, she did a little twist thing and the shorts fell to the floor.  She stood there in only her lace underwear and he thought he’d just died and gone to heaven. 
    “Stop,” he told her but the command wasn’t as firm as it normally was and, as expected, she ignored it. 
    Her fingers moved to the elastic and he groaned.  Dropping to his knee, he pushed her hands out of the way while his own fingers took control.  He pulled the elastic away from her soft skin, enjoying the feeling of it against the backs of his hands.  But every part of him was focused on her, on the sweet smell of Ciara. 
    When his hands reached out to pull her into his arms, she quickly stepped backwards. 
    She was trembling but she wasn’t going to let him have his way tonight.  This was her night and she had plans.  Big plans for this enormous, gentle giant.  “No, Zoran.  You only get to look until you’re equally divested of obstacles,” she told him with that sweet smile that told him she’d planned this out carefully.
    Zoran straightened up, towering over her.  “And if I don’t?” he asked, his eyes boring into hers. 
    She shrugged her shoulders.  “Then you don’t get to touch me tonight.”  She bit her lip and considered her next words carefully.  “I’ll do it all myself.”  She could not believe that she’d actually said that.  But it worked like magic.  There was a stunned moment of silence as he absorbed her words but then he chuckled slightly.  His hands reached out and pulled his black tee-shirt off, dumping it over her bra and underwear.  He stepped closer, intending to take her into his arms but she shook her head.  “No.  I’ve seen it all from a distance.  I want to see it up close and personal now.” 
    He smiled down at her.  “You think you’re taking control, don’t you?” he asked, but it wasn’t really a question.  It was a promise.  “Ah, little one, you have so much to learn.”  But he was helpless against her appeal.  He wanted her.  His body ached to possess her.  And she was too beautiful to resist. 
    “Then you’d better start teaching me,” she whispered back to him, looking up into his eyes.  She let her hand move slowly down his chest, fascinated by all of the rippling muscles she discovered.  But when her fingers touched the waistband of his cargo pants, he grabbed her hands, not letting her go any further. 
    “My turn,” he told her.  He stepped backwards, his eyes holding her captive just like that first