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each other.
    She couldn’t speak, not with her blood hot, thick and roaring in her head.
    He closed the gap.
    All her senses sharpened and focused as their mouths fused. His lips were firm and persuasive, molding her softer ones to his. Sudden heat suffusing her body left her tingling and needy from head to toe. The memories hadn’t been romanticized at all. They were actually a pale shadow of reality.
    Still, once they slept together and the sexual tension dissipated, she wouldn’t want him like this anymore. She’d be firmly back in control of her body and its reaction to him.
    Wouldn’t she?
    Her hands sought out his wide shoulders, her nails digging possessively into the hard muscles. She didn’t want to let him go, not tonight. She’d been responsible for putting seven long years between them since their last time. Surely she deserved one night of decadence.
    He placed his hand on the small of her back, pulling her closer to his tall, powerful frame. His thick, hard length pressed against her belly. It made her feel sexy and feminine. This man—this gorgeous semi-stranger—wanted her as much as she wanted him. She opened her mouth and sucked on his tongue, while her leg came up almost of its own accord to rub along his.
    He crushed her to him, and her world tilted as he picked her up in what she knew was a prelude to ravishment.
    He carried her to his bedroom and kicked the door open, all the while continuing the kiss. Her mind no longer functioned, her body so focused on the promise of what was to come, his erection, his intent. He placed her on the bed, the silken sheets cool and sensuous against her bare neck and arms. His trembling fingers pulled her top and pants away, unwrapping her like a Christmas gift. Then he stood back and admired her body in the matching bra and thong.
    “If I’d known what you were wearing this whole time, we might have skipped dinner.”
    She gave him an impish smile.
    He covered her body with his still fully clothed one, looking into her eyes. “No second thoughts?”
    “Ethan… Shut up and deal.”
    He kissed her again, this time more intensely. He was no longer seducing her, but taking her like it was his right. She loved the assertiveness, the sure masterfulness of his mouth and hands as they explored the contours of her body. She turned her head to give him better access to her neck. His hot breath fanned against her pulse, and she willed him to understand just how much she wanted this. Wanted him.
    He undid the clasp of her bra, pushed it up over her breasts and slowly rubbed her nipples against his shirt. She moaned at the delectable friction as waves of heat went streaking to the junction of her thighs. Yet it wasn’t enough. She wanted—
    His mouth closed on a nipple. She arched her back, her fingers cupping the back of his head. He sucked, his mouth hot, wet and savage. Her legs parted and her hips surged up, cradling his erection in the molten core of her sex.
    “Ethan, please,” she whispered. “Now!”
    *

    Not now, but soon, he thought. Very soon. And then again and again after that.
    Ethan intended to make her orgasm so often she forgot her own name. Wouldn’t notice if the roof fell in.
    Her beautiful eyes were full of heat but also underlying thoughts and calculation, and the latter simply wouldn’t do. The only thing on her mind by the time he was done would be him. Just him.
    He gently rolled the other nipple between his long fingers, loving the way her breath hitched and shuddered in response. She undulated beneath him, and he could feel her searing heat even through his pants. Unable to resist, he ran his thumb along the crease of her sex and groaned at how wet and ready she was for him.
    “Oh my god, do that again,” she breathed.
    He obliged.
    Her breath became rough with need. A thin sheen of sweat coated her as heat flushed her delicate porcelain skin.
    Ethan pulled back for a moment to drink her in. Her eyes were dark with passion, glazed with