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natural to be with him that it freaked her out.
    Everything about him was so intense . Intense was something she tried to avoid outside her art. She wanted him.
    All during dinner with subtle touches here and there he’d seduced her. Made her feel so sexy and confident.
    She’d poured a lot of herself into her canvases. And now, he was there too, and she didn’t know how to not get sucked in by everything he was.
    “I’ll carry you to your door if you need it,” he whispered and came to kneel in front of her.
    “What is it about you? I feel like I’ve known you my whole life,” she said as he ran a finger around the curve of her bottom lip. Little zings of electricity sparked in the wake of his touch.
    Her breath hitched as her heart kicked in her chest. She’d been wet and achy since she walked into the gallery earlier that evening. When it was his hands, his attention on her, it was like her skin came alive in a way it never had before. His very presence was totally overwhelming, it scared her even as she loved it.
    “It does feel that way, doesn’t it?” he asked her as a smile edged up on the right side of his mouth. A mouth she really wanted on hers.
    “Are you going to kiss me?” If he didn’t soon she’d swoon from want.
    “You’re impatient.”
    “Where you’re concerned apparently.” She needed to act bold. Needed to be bold.
    “Okay then. I suppose I’ll make any sacrifice to please you.”
    The tease sent a flutter of heat through her.
    A long moment passed in delicious tension before he leaned into her body and touched his lips to hers.
    Finally.
    Her avaricious hands sought the muscled wall of his chest over the smooth material of his expensive dress shirt. He was so very vital, powerful and yet totally controlled as she slid her palms upward, seeking the silk of that long dark hair.
    A low sound broke from her throat and he echoed it before grabbing her waist and pulling her to his body tightly as he walked on his knees to get closer. Her skirt rode up as she widened her thighs to give him room.
    He hissed, dragging his nails over the edge of the stockings she wore. Her skin broke out in goosebumps.
    Laurent felt the heat from her pussy as he moved to her and it drove him wild. He scented the honey there, nestled in the folds, and his mouth watered to taste her. “God, you feel good,” he murmured against her mouth and she sighed, opening to him, pressing her breasts into his chest, arching her back.
    Need rode him and he groaned into her mouth as his tongue followed the sound. She tasted of cherries and dessert wine and her lips were firm and lush under his. He tried to hold back the fantasy of what that mouth would feel like wrapped around his cock but failed.
    Control.
    It shredded like wet paper at the touch of her skin.
    When her tongue flicked over his, past his into his mouth, the sinuous dance of their kiss seduced him. She was open to him, gloriously inviting him to taste her, but he could also sense that she didn’t have a lot of experience. He’d be lying to himself—and denying that animal part of him—to deny he was thrilled. He’d be the one to show her erotic delights. He’d learn every inch of her body. He’d know spots that no one else had touched. Wanting to burn his name into her being thrilled him to his toes.
    The rest of her body called to him. Tamping down his desire to take her hard and fast, he slowly moved his mouth from her lips and skimmed down to her neck. The edge of his teeth abraded the tender skin just below her ear and the flat of his tongue followed to lave the sting and take in her taste.
    Rain’s lips tingled at the loss of his mouth and she whimpered until he laved her neck. Shivers of delight broke over her and she grabbed his head, holding him in place. He chuckled in response, low and wicked, and she smiled. He made her feel so sexy, so...something she couldn’t even find words for.
    Every muscle in her body tensed sharply and then