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don’t need any help.”
    He took her foot in both hands and kneaded away a soreness she’d forgotten was there. His hands slid up her calves, then back down again, his thumbs pushing deep into the sole of her foot until she flinched at the sudden sharp pain, then groaned at the pleasure that followed it. By the time he moved to the other foot, Lizzie was pretty sure her spine had dissolved. She couldn’t sit still, and squirmed, trying to press her legs back together.
    One warm hand slid all the way up her leg, and pressed against the inside of her knee. Heat flooded through her. “Stay like this.” There was something low and warm in his voice that made her keep her legs still despite the overwhelming vulnerability consuming her.
    His fingers continued up her legs. “You’re so soft, Lizzie, but there’s muscle underneath.”
    “My spin instructor is a sadist.” She could die from this. The way his hands moved on her was electric. Darts of pain followed by pleasure sent pulses straight to her core.
    Nic straightened and pulled her to her feet. “Is all of you this soft?” He turned her away from him and pressed his mouth against the sensitive place where her neck curved into her shoulder.
    She felt the zipper ease down and she tried not to gasp too loudly when his fingers skimmed along her bare back. His hands moved up, curving around her rib cage. His breath caught when the edge of his fingers brushed the underside of her bare breasts. She couldn't wear a bra under the dress, not that she needed one. Now the backs of his fingers teased along the ultra-sensitive skin, causing her stomach to contract painfully. Heat flared deep inside her. His fingers continued to scorch along her skin until they reached her shoulders and tipped the straps off. The dress slithered down her body, pooling at her ankles in a soft rasp of sequins and chiffon.
    He caught her forearms before she could cover herself. “Keep them there.”
    His palms skimmed up her rib cage again, before long fingers teased the soft swell of her breasts. A strangled breath escaped him as her whole body shuddered from the sparks shooting through her. His hands molded around the sensitive flesh, his thumbs flicking over her nipples, making them tighten and sting. Heat spiraled through her and her whole body jerked as she struggled to breathe when he rolled the hard tips between his fingers. Pain spiked sharp and sweet, shredding through her, and Lizzie shuddered, crying out before she could stop herself.
    He spun her around, pulling her hard against his chest. “You should be locked up,” he bit the words out before crushing her mouth. She kissed him back, running her fingers through his hair and leaning into him. He tasted too good. There was no way to get enough.
    He lifted her again. “Too fast?” he rasped against her mouth, but he wasn’t stopping.
    She bit his lower lip. “Not for me.”
    He tumbled her back onto a bed and came down over her, his knee between her legs. “Last chance to say no, beautiful.”
    “Okay.” She focused on undoing the buttons of his shirt. She couldn’t wait to get her hands on all the bronzed skin. Lizzie knew his father was from Italy, but Nic had grown up in Houston. He had the slightest Texas drawl that didn’t match his European style. “Do you make love in Italian?” She pushed his shirt off his shoulders, her fingers aching to rub all over the fine smattering of dark hairs covering his chest.
    He caught her hand and kissed her wrist. “Let’s find out.”

    The moment his mouth touched her, Nic knew he’d made a serious error in judgment. Not that he’d been thinking clearly all night. Lizzie had gone straight to his head, chasing away all rational thought and he’d been functioning on instinct since she’d walked away from him on the dance floor.
    Now he had her here, in his bed, and kissing her was about as close to perfect as he’d ever gotten. He groaned at the simple pleasure of having her