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had time to react, he lowered his head and captured her mouth in a slow,
     coaxing kiss. The fruity oil slid over their lips and mixed with the lingering flavor
     of sangria and something distinctly him. Her hands went to his chest, her fingers
     curling into his shirt. His lips were even more decadent than she’d imagined—soft
     and sexy and commanding. A vivid appetizer to what she suspected was going to be a
     very lavish meal. And it’d been so long since she’d been kissed—even longer since
     it’d been done with passion—that she found it hard to control her starved response.
     She craved more, needed it.
    When he moved to pull back, she said his name like a plea.
    Needing no further encouragement, he banded his arm around her waist as he kissed
     her again and backed her into the table without breaking their connection. Before
     she could lever herself upward, he lifted her onto the table and deepened the kiss.
     Their tongues touched and sparks seems to flare out along her nerve endings. She groaned
     into his mouth, overwhelmed by the all-encompassing response to such a simple act.
     Somehow Van had transported her back to her high-school days where everything was
     new and an openmouthed kiss was as erotic an experience as she could imagine.
    She slid her arms around his neck and gave herself over completely, opening to him
     and surrendering to the moment. When he laid her back onto the table and unfastened
     the top button of her blouse, she was too far gone to worry about anything. She didn’t
     care that they were out in the open and anyone could walk in. She didn’t care that
     they were outdoors and only protected from the view of people on the street by a row
     of potted trees. And she forgot to worry whether or not she was in over her head.
    Van finally broke the kiss to drag in a breath and worked a few more buttons to get
     her shirt fully open. His gaze traced over her simple lace bra with ravenous heat.
     “We’re going to burn the almonds.”
    “I don’t care,” she said, slipping her shirt off.
    With one swift movement, he reached over and turned off the burner, then he was back
     over her, holding the bottle of olive oil above her. “Take off your bra, Contessa.
     I need to taste you.”
    She did as she was told with fumbling fingers and tossed the scrap of fabric aside.
     As soon as she lay back against the table, the drizzle of oil hit her skin, sliding
     over her nipples and down her belly. She closed her eyes and moaned softly, the sensual
     feel of the liquid against her conjuring images of Van taking himself in his hand
     and marking her skin with his release.
    His hands trailed up and over her ribs, bringing oil with it, then he cupped her breasts,
     sliding his fingers over slippery skin and making her arch with need. He pinched her
     nipple between lubricated fingers. The desperate sound she made bordered on embarrassing.
     “Van, please.”
    He let out a soft curse. “Baby, I want to take my time with you. But God, I can feel
     how near the edge you are already, and it’s driving me to the brink. I’ll never make
     it through a meal.”
    “That makes two of us.”
    He groaned and bent over her, taking her nipple in his mouth. The combination of the
     warming oil and his talented tongue had her back bowing up. Lord, she’d forgotten
     how lovely foreplay could be. Doug had been all about the end game, convinced that
     because he was well-endowed, that’d be enough for any woman. But size only went so
     far and getting to orgasm had always taken work on her part, a concerted effort. But
     right now, she felt like one stroke between her thighs and she’d go off.
    His hand went to the hem of her skirt, slipping beneath it and gliding along her thigh
     with well-oiled fingers. She reached for him, her hands acting on their own volition,
     and gripped his thick hair, holding him against her breast and silently begging him
     to move his hand higher up her thigh.
    He slipped