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shouldn’t want. A man like Nash wasn’t for her. Her mind knew that but the rest of her wasn’t so damned convinced.
    Her body won out at least in part. The day after he’d left, she’d thought all day long and had come to the decision that an affair with a man like Nash would be fun. She’d have a great time in bed and most certainly learn a few things, and she liked him. He seemed to like her, too, although she wasn’t quite sure if a hundred percent of his niceness was real or practiced seduction.
    The fact was, they both knew sex was going to happen. As long as she went into the fling knowing it had an expiration date, she’d be all right. No harm, no foul and a lot of heat between the sheets for a while.
    True to his promise, he did e-mail. As ridiculous as it was, when she opened each one, a thrill went through her. Undeniably, she was touched by the pictures he sent, sharing Paris with her through his camera phone. How could she not be bowled over by the gesture? It seemed so unlike a man of Nash’s reputation.
    Feeling better for making her decision about the fling with Nash, as well as creating some emotional boundaries for herself, she’d been rustling through her bag for her keys as she walked up to her apartment. She failed to notice him standing at her door until she was nearly on him, jumping when he said her name.
    â€œShit! I didn’t see you.”
    He looked sexy in jeans and a dress shirt, open at the collar. His smile warmed her. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you. I got home early. You got some time for me?”
    Without another word, she unlocked the door, motioning him inside with her chin. Closing it with her foot, she bolted it, dropped her backpack on the chair and toed off her sneakers.
    â€œI have lots of time for you. Question is, are you going to have enough strength for what I have in mind?” She moved toward him and he grinned.
    â€œI’m all yours, babe. I slept on the plane. You look good.”
    He took a step to her and suddenly their bodies were wrapped together from lips to toes.
    â€œBedroom?” he gasped, breaking the kiss.
    Tugging his hand, she led him to her bedroom and he slammed the door behind himself. “You. Naked. Now.”
    â€œOh. My.” Her hands went to the hem of her shirt, pulling it up and over her head, tossing it aside. She shimmied out of her jeans and got rid of her socks, standing before him in nothing more than some lip gloss and a matching panty-and-bra set with cherries on them.
    He managed to make a mental note to buy her some lingerie with the cherry motif. She seemed to like it, and God knew he did.
    â€œYou have an amazing body, Dahlia. So pretty. Let me see it all.”
    Reaching around, she unhooked her bra and let it slide to the floor just before she stepped out of her panties. She was a goddess. Absolutely gorgeous.
    â€œThe first time I saw you I thought, now there’s a woman a man can sink himself into for days. Only, I had no idea just how alluring you were. Lay back.”
    Moving to lie down on her bed, she looked up at him, eyes filled with sex and trouble. “That’s really nice. You’re good with the words there, maestro. So, now, when do you get naked?”
    He chuckled. “Good things come to those who wait, Dahlia.”
    Lightning quick, he grabbed her ankle and pulled her toward him, bringing her ass right to the edge of the mattress. She stared up at him, pupils huge, lips parted, and when he dropped to his knees she gasped.
    Openmouthed, he kissed and licked up the inside of her leg, from ankle to knee, stopping to lave the hollow at the back. The skin of her inner thigh was velvet-soft and he could smell just how much she wanted him. Her scent did something to him, tightened things low in his gut. His cock throbbed in time with the frantic beat of his heart, and he fought to control this rampant desire she brought out in