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blew on her nipple, watching the pink tip contract even more. “You’re so pretty. Delicious. Makes a man want to bite.”
    “Only if I get to bite back. I’d like to see you wearing a mark I made.” Shit, that sounded possessive. What was she thinking? She lowered her lashes a fraction before glancing to see how he took her statement. A broad grin stretched from ear to ear. Emily shrugged inwardly. So maybe her gut instinct wasn’t that bad. Saber leaned over her to flick the light switch off. Darkness filled the room before her eyes adjusted enough to make out dim shapes of furniture and his profile.
    “I wanted the light on.”
    “We’ve seen each other for long enough to fill in the dots,” he drawled. “If people see the lights, we might get unwelcome interruptions. I don’t know about you, but I’d like to savor our second time in privacy.”
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    God, the man knew exactly the right thing to say to soothe her fears before she even knew she had them. She didn’t want this night to be anything like what she’d had with Michael, but then how could it be with Saber’s sexy whisper rumbling in her ear?
    Saber lay down on the bed, pinning her in place with his chest. The tickling friction of his chest hair against her sensitive breasts had her drawing a sharp breath. The man had only to touch her and her pulse spiraled out of control. He lowered his head and his lips closed over hers with clear intention this time. No teasing or stoking of passion. This was the kiss of a man intent on taking things to culmination. Firm. Masterful. No sloppy, wet-fish sensation. She reveled in his touch, his sweet breath and the sensation of skin on skin. He nibbled and sucked at her bottom lip, his tongue soothing each nip. Funny, but she didn’t remember Michael’s tongue feeling quite as abrasive. The rough tongue slid between her parted lips, stroking her inner cheek at the same time his fingers tugged her pubic hair. Emily gasped at the jolt of sensation. Her legs parted in silent invitation.
    He pulled away, and she sensed his stare. “You want me to touch you?” he asked, his hand stilling.
    “Of course I do,” Emily whispered.
    “Tell me what you want. You said you fantasized.”
    “Well, if you want a map. I’d like you to kiss me some more, and it makes me hot when my breasts are suckled.”
    “How hot?” Interest shaded his tone, and she wished she could see his face a little more clearly.
    “Hot enough that all you’ll need to do is touch my clit and I’ll come—I think.”
    “So this is theory?”
    “Fantasy is the operative word,” Emily snapped back before she could censor her words. But it was the truth. This whole night was one big fantasy. The analogy to Cinderella wasn’t a bad one, except that Cindy had won her man. Emily planned on one perfect night. That was all, since the scars were too new, too raw, for anything else. 32
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    “I can make your fantasy a reality,” he said, confidence shading his words. “In fact, it will be my pleasure.”
    He ran his hand the length of her body with a firm stroke. Emily’s pulse rate zapped off the scale, edging up to crazy. She brushed a kiss across his breastbone, tasting the saltiness of his skin as she replayed his words. Not one word about his pleasure and what she needed to do to make him climax. This was a dream. And she intended to squeeze every drop of pleasure from the experience. One night.
    “How long until the train leaves?” she murmured.
    “Another three hours. Don’t worry. I’ll get you home.”
    He cupped one breast with his hand and squeezed the plump globe before lifting it to his mouth. Warmth suffused her breast. Saber ran his tongue across her taut nipple before beginning a gentle suction. Emily felt it between her legs. Sensual tension ripped through her body as he continued to suckle. God, it felt better than she’d imagined. Michael… No, she’d forget Michael and quit the comparisons.