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the plushness, surrounded by grass green silk that might have been chosen especially for her.
    “My favorite color.”
    He nodded. “We’re good at finding things out.”
    “What else do you know about me?” It was hard to breathe with his body braced atop hers and that intense stare burrowing into her. She felt exposed in brand new ways.
    Maybe that’s exactly what she needed so she could have lift-off—to be shoved out of her comfort zone.
    He leaned his weight on one elbow and with his other hand, began to stroke her. He ran his fingers over hers, light touches that tickled. After briefly holding her wrist captive, he plucked at the button on her cuff.
    Firm pressure on her bare wrist might have been the most tantalizing thing she’d ever experienced.
    Still, her mind wouldn’t shut off. “What else do you know?” she prompted between gasps.
    “You have a brother in Iowa, where you grew up.” He released her hand long enough to swipe his hat off. It fell to the mattress, and she followed it with her eyes. It was so much a part of him, she couldn’t look away from it.
    Until he bit her earlobe.
    Hard.
    She swallowed a gulp, spinning at the feel of sharp teeth grinding the tender flesh of her ear.
    “I know you need to climax. Scream with release. Baby, I’m going to peel you off the ceiling and then flip you over and do it all over again.”
    He rocked his erection into the V of her legs.
    “For seven.”
    Another rock.
    “Straight.”
    Crush.
    “Days.”
    He claimed her mouth and attacked her shirt buttons. Each time he’d free a plastic disk from its hole, he’d swirl his tongue all around hers. Juices pooled between her legs, and the cloth that had felt only confining before now trapped. She wiggled, frantic to touch him, to get free of the things binding her.
    A hum vibrated through his chest. Approval? Did he like the way she moved?
    Growing bolder, she skirted the raised circles of his nipples with her fingers. Inhibitions flew away, lost under Hugh’s level gaze and big body and his determination to give her pleasure.
    Sibyll gasped when her shirt opened to reveal a lace bra she’d spent way too much time choosing before coming here.
    Hugh growled with appreciation. “Ahh… a girly-girl. Lace and frills under the buttons.”
    She nodded, excited that he’d picked up on this oddity in her. The exterior didn’t match the interior. Sure, she loved science and order, but her apartment was a mishmash of thrift shop finds and what she called bazaar goodies. Traveling to exotic countries and bringing back fabrics and brightly colored pottery was a secret thrill.
    As was her taste in lingerie.
    Practically panting, she mentally urged him to find out what she wore on the bottom. Her bra was only white. But her panties…
    He opened his mouth over the slope of her breast, and her control slipped. With a gasp, she scrabbled at his shoulders, arching up for more. Instead of giving her everything she wanted—right now—he lifted his head.
    “I’ve always lived in Texas. My favorite color’s green too. I drive a truck. And Sibyll? You’ve got me rock hard.”
    He hooked a finger in her bra cup and pulled it down. Her nipple popped free. A shudder ripped through him, and Sibyll’s instincts kicked in. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him close.
    When he sucked her nipple into his mouth, she cried out. Wild horses galloped in her core. Where they’d come from was anyone’s guess. Yesterday she’d been filled with numbers and equations and case studies.
    Hugh moved his tongue over her nipple with maddening slowness. For a minute she watched the progress of that wet tongue before she realized she’d quit breathing.
    While he licked her into a shivering mess of want, he freed the button of her other cuff. Pinching the fabric, he pulled it off. She slid her arms from the sleeves one at a time.
    Gliding a hand along her spine, he lifted her enough to remove the fabric. He tossed her