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before me. I sat on the edge of the bed, and both of us were completely naked.
    He bowed his head and kissed one of my bare knees, and then the other.
    I shivered at his kiss, even though the room was warm. He’d been so terrifying on the set, charming and seducing the actress. I could still feel his power, radiating from him.
    He kept kissing my knees and murmured, “You’re quiet now.”
    “Just thinking about what a good actor you are,” I said. “People probably don’t say that to you enough, because they focus on how damn gorgeous you are, but it takes more than good looks to do what you do.”
    “You’re just saying that.” He moved closer, his hands on my knees, and leaned forward to kiss my breast, flicking his tongue over my nipple. “It’s still nice to hear.”
    “I mean it. I’ve always been a fan of yours, but it wasn’t until today, when I watched you on set, that I truly understood what you do. Everyone else was ready to call it a wrap on that scene. I could feel them giving up.”
    He mouthed my breast, and gave me a growling, wordless response.
    I continued, “Then you talked to the director for a minute, and I don’t know what you said, but you guys did one more take, and I could feel it. Even from across the room, I felt it.”
    He gazed up at me with adoration in his emerald green eyes. “I felt it, too. When something’s right, you feel it all over.”
    He went back to my breasts, and he was right. I could feel him all over.
    But something was bothering me.
    I grabbed his shoulders and pushed him back.
    “Dalton, I need to ask you something. Please don’t get angry.”
    He pulled back and sat quietly, kneeling on the floor before me.
    “Why would I get angry over a question?”
    I bit my lip nervously. “Are you sure you didn't see me when I came into the ballroom? I swear you looked right at me. And then you looked away.”
    “Around lunch time?” He ruffled his dark hair with one hand, looking boyish. “You know, for half the day I had those vampire contact lenses in. Not the all-black ones, which are the worst, but I was wearing the dark ones that make my eyesight blurry.”
    I let out a sigh of relief.
    Now he looked worried. “You actually thought I’d let you sit in lockup for hours?”
    “To teach me a lesson.”
    He kept gazing at me, only now his expression turned soft. “I would never do that.”
    I looked away, because I didn’t believe him.
    After two deep breaths, he said, “But I suppose that trust is something that gets earned. I know I haven’t always been honest with you.”
    “I need to trust you more.”
    “And I need to let you in.”
    Softly, I whispered, “Yes.”
    “Yes.”
    He returned to kissing my legs, moving his way up from my knees to my thighs.
    “And I’ll try to be a good girl,” I whispered.
    He used his hands to pull my legs apart. “Why start now?”
    He leaned forward and kissed my inner thigh, then gave me a love bite.
    He pulled my legs farther apart, nodded in, and caressed me with his tongue. My eyes rolled up and I leaned my head back.
    He licked and tickled me, murmuring sweet naughty things into my hot skin. I panted and made the little noises that drove him crazy. He stroked me with his tongue and fingers, slowly and thoroughly.
    My whole body ached for him to fill me.
    His tongue moved steadily, coaxing me to the edge, but not quite over.
    Warm waves of pleasure rippled through me, until I was so relaxed, I fell backward on the bed, my arms stretched out to receive him.
    He pulled back and gave me a few more love bites on the thighs. He climbed up onto the bed, the muscles of his powerful body defined and beautiful in the soft lamp light of the room.
    My legs were still over the edge, so we took a moment to get ourselves centered on the bed.
    Dalton rolled on top of me, resting on his elbows so he could look into my eyes. We stared at each other for a moment, both of us smiling, then making serious faces, then cracking up