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voice. "Then I'll do it for you."
    Abandoning my backside, Sergei pushed the robe down my arms. The silky fabric fluttered around my feet. Even sitting, he was so damn tall that we were eye-to-eye while I stood. His heated gaze burned me as it roamed my body.
    Without the robe covering me, I felt incredibly exposed in the thin, too short nightgown. Though I projected confidence and was normally comfortable in my skin, I suddenly experienced a wave of insecurity. All I could think about were the imperfections marring my body. Was he comparing me to all the other women he'd dated? I feared I wouldn’t measure up well.
    Cupping my chin, Sergei peered into my eyes. "You're even prettier than I'd imagined."
    His compliment took me by surprise. "You've been imagining me like this?"
    Sergei's mouth quirked to the side. "Well…I've been imagining you in much less." He fingered the spaghetti strap of my nightgown and started to slide it down my arm. "Much, much less."
    "Wait." Breathless, I put my hands on his shoulders. "We need to slow down."
    "Five months, Bianca." He reminded me of how long we'd been doing this will-we-won't-we dance. "That's slow enough."
    Conceding he had a point, I pressed my forehead to his. "So stop messing around and kiss me."
    He laughed and wound those massive, tattooed arms of his around me. Relishing the heat and power of him, I closed my eyes and waited for the first touch of his lips. His long fingers sifted through my hair just as his mouth brushed mine. His other hand rode the curve of my spine to settle on my lower back.
    With a low groan, Sergei kissed me. It was the sweetest, most chaste of kisses, but there was something incredibly erotic about it. Perhaps it was the knowledge that so much more awaited us. It was the teasing, easy beginning to a night that promised to be among the best of my life.
    The tip of his tongue flicked the seam of my lips. Dropping all pretenses of not wanting him, I surrendered to his seeking kiss. Our tongues touched timidly at first and then with more confidence as we grew accustomed to the taste and heat of each other. Cradling the back of my head, Sergei deepened the mating of our mouths until my knees were wobbling. I clutched his shoulders for support and whimpered under his sensual assault.
    Proving he was an attentive lover, Sergei clasped the backs of my thighs and hefted me off the floor before my lust-weakened legs gave way and I crumpled to the floor. I gasped against his lips and started to protest the caveman move but he silenced me with another amazingly perfect kiss. Straddling his lap, I was glad I had picked such a wide, comfy chair for reading.
    The caress of his hands left me aching with such incredible sexual hunger. He made me feel so alive with anticipation and excitement. All those neatly collected reasons to keep him at arm's length were slowly being wiped away from the list I'd jotted down in my head. This was bad. This was so, so bad.
    Except—oh my God. It just felt so, so good.
    His hands sneaked under my nightgown, and I giggled at the ticklish swipe of his fingertips. He chuckled against my lips but continued his exploration. Palming my breast, he brushed his thumb over my nipple, and I moaned as my throbbing flesh tightened to a peak. He lightly pinched it, and I rocked against him. "Sergei."
    "I want to see you naked." He buried his face against the curve of my neck and nipped at the sensitive skin there. "I want to see all of you."
    I started to say that we needed to turn down the lights but stopped myself. Sergei didn't seem to mind the extra weight I carried. There was no faking the attraction and desire reflected in his eyes and carried in his admiring touch. He wanted me—just the way I was.
    Embracing my inner sex kitten, I reached for the towel between us and gave it a playful tug. "Only if you get naked first."
    "As if you have to ask!" Sergei nibbled my lower lip. "I'm going to make love to you tonight."
    I hastily applied