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hated visitors, especially when she was in the middle of a painting.  “How did you find out where I live?” she asked, grabbing a rag that had definitely seen its way around a painting studio and tried to rub the paint off her fingers. 
    Dante watched for a moment before taking a relatively cleaner rag from a different table and gently wiping her face.  Once her nose and cheek were cleared of the paint, he said, “I told Robert to send your address to my secretary.  He follows instructions more carefully than you do.  I wanted all three paintings.  You only allowed Robert to send me one.  Why?”
    She could barely think with him this close.  All she could do was stare at his mouth, wondering what it would be like to be kissed by this man.  Raw, she thought.  Several other adjectives came to mind and she had to clear her throat before she could answer him.  “ Um…because Robert charges too much for my paintings.”
    “I never overpay for anything.  I want the other two paintings,” he said softly, his eyes roving over her features.  “You’re very beautiful,” he commented.  “Tell Robert to send the other two to my office tomorrow.”
    She thought about just letting him pay what Robert charged him, but an innate sense of honesty and fairness stopped her.  “No.”
    Instantly an eyebrow went up.  “No?”
    She licked her lips and stepped back.  “No.  I’m sorry but…”
    He chuckled and shook his head.  “You really did say no to me, didn’t you?”
    His hand reached up and touched her cheeks, leaving a streak of fire on her skin.  As he tucked a strand of hair back behind one of the pencils, he ran his thumb along her lower lip.  “I’m going to kiss you,” he said softly.
    Again, her heart rate increased.  At this rate, she’d be falling on the floor with a heart attack.  Reaching behind her, she took a step backwards, only to have him follow her.  “No,” she whispered and shook her head for emphasis. 
    “You need to understand something about me,” he replied as his fingers traced a path down to her jaw.
    “ W hat’s that?” she could barely get the words past her lips, so terrified of what she was feeling now.  She thought she would die if he kissed her but so powerful was her need to be kissed by him, she thought she might melt into a pool of fizzling water at his feet if he didn’t.
    “I never take ‘no’ for an answer.”  With that, his lips touched hers, his fingers moved to her neck and tilted her head slightly so he could deepen the kiss and Sasha instantly complied, moving closer, her hands resting on his chest, the n fisting as his tongue moved against hers, his hands pulling her closer while his mouth plundered hers, tasting, taking, testing her as they both learned what it was like to explode into fire. 
    She pulled back and looked up at him, her body suddenly on fire.  She started to shake her head, but he stopped her with his hand, bringing her head forward for another kiss.  Sasha didn’t hesitate, bringing her head up to meet him halfway.  She was on her toes trying to get closer to him, her body pressing against his and she was stunned when his hand slipped down her arm, leaving a trail of fire in its wake while he moved towards her waist. 
    She didn’t care when his hand slipped underneath the denim of her overalls.  Quite the opposite actually.  She turned her body so that his hand didn’t just touch her waist, but trailed down her side, almost touching her breast which was swollen and aching, ready f or his touch.  Her hand went for his chest to his shoulders, initially gripping his broad shoulders but then moved up higher, her fingers tangling in his hair, then skimming down to touch the skin of his neck.   She was fascinated by his skin and her hand moved downward, her fingers exploring his chest and her head reared backwards when he did the same. 
    When his fingers touched her nipple, she imitated him and she whimpered with