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whiskers gently scraped her skin,
    making her burn even more as her breasts tightened with need. Good grief,
    he was
    so innately masculine. So incredibly hot. And every lick he delivered to her
    skin made her stomach contract.
    This was so out of character for her. She didn't usually neck with men she
    knew
    like this. Never mind a perfect stranger.
    And yet she didn't want to push him away. Just once in her life, she wanted
    something out of the ordinary. Deep inside she knew Vane would be
    spectacular.
    Terrified of what she was about to do, she took a deep breath and braced
    herself
    for his rejection.
    "Would you make love to me?"
    Instead of the laughter she expected, he pulled back from nibbling her throat
    to
    look at the open windows of her shop. "You don't mind?"
    Heat exploded across her face as she realized it was dark outside and anyone
    passing by on the street had a perfect view of the two of them necking like
    horny teenagers.
    "Hold on," she said, scooting out of his arms to lock her door, flip her Open
    sign around to say Closed, and dim the lights.
    She wished she still had an apartment to take him to, but maybe this was
    better.
    If they left here together, she would most likely chicken out, which would be
    the smart thing to do.
    Or he might change his mind.
    No, she wanted to do this. She wanted him.
    Taking his hand, she led him through her shop, toward the door to the back
    room.
    As she opened the door, he pulled her to a stop.
    Bride looked back to see him staring into the dressing room that was to her
    right. A wicked grin spread across his face.
    Walking backward, he led her into the room and shut the curtains.
    "What are you doing?" she asked.
    He pulled his T-shirt off, over his head.
    Oh, dear heaven! Bride couldn't breathe as she got her first look at his bared
    chest. She'd known he had a great body, but this
    It exceeded anything from her dreams. His broad shoulders tapered to a
    washboard
    stomach that could do enough laundry for an entire nation. Forget six-pack,
    this
    man had eight, and they rippled with every breath he took. His entire torso
    was
    lightly covered by hair, making him look even more masculine and raw.
    There were several deep scars that curved around his left shoulder and
    biceps,
    and one that looked strangely like an animal bite of some kind.
    It was all she could do not to drool.
    Or faint.
    Really, no mere mortal woman should be in the presence of someone this
    fine and
    not need oxygen.
    He opened the button on his jeans, then pulled her back into his arms.
    "Don't be afraid," he whispered. "I'll be gentle."
    But that wasn't what she was afraid of. What she feared was his reaction
    when he
    saw what she looked like naked. Good grief, he didn't have an ounce of fat
    on
    him and here she was a good, solid size eighteen.
    He was going to run screaming for the door any minute.
    Instead, he reached up and pulled her hair down around her shoulders.
    Running
    his hands through it, he pulled her lips to his so that he could ravage her
    mouth again.
    She moaned in bliss. This man certainly knew how to use his tongue to his
    advantage. She could have kissed him all day.
    Bride ran her hands over the lean muscles of his chest, amazed at how good
    they
    felt. She flicked her fingertips over and around his hardened nipples,
    delighting in the deep moan she heard from him.
    He moved to unbutton her dress.
    "It's darker in the back room," she said.
    "Why would I want it darker?"
    She shrugged. Taylor had always insisted on absolute darkness whenever
    they made
    love.
    She shivered as he unbuttoned her dress and dropped it to the ground. She
    expected him to pull away.
    He didn't. He still wore that hot, hungry look as he stared at her in her
    underwear. Thank goodness it actually matched and it wasn't her old stuff.
    Vane had never been more unsure of himself than he was at this moment.
    He cupped
    her face in his hands and kissed her carefully, afraid he might hurt her. Ever
    since