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man. She knew it in her bones. He wouldn’t lie to weasel his way into a woman’s bed.
    Heck, a man who looked like him didn’t need to bamboozle any woman for sex. All he had to do was smile and crook his finger and a half dozen females would be fighting for the right to be with him.
    Okay. Maybe she was exaggerating a bit. But he was scrumptious to look at. And he did have a good mind behind that handsome face. She’d enjoyed talking with him and matching wits occasionally during dinner. She wanted to know more about him, including what he was like in bed. She’d bet he was fabulous.
    Of course, there was no time like the present to find out for certain.
    “Are you sure?” He paused at the side of her queen-size, four-poster bed. The intensity of his gaze matched her own feelings.
    “Positive.” She licked her lips. “Make love to me, Keith.”
    He grinned and bent to place her gently on the bed. He’d already impressed her with his strength. She wondered if it meant he would be displaying other feats of stamina. The thought made her cheeks heat as he stood at the side of the bed, undressing.
    One by one, the buttons on his shirt came undone. She watched in appreciation as a muscular chest was revealed, clothed in a tight-fitting bright white T-shirt. He pulled the tails of his shirt out of his pants and shed the button-down dress shirt. It landed on the floor in a pose of hopeless abandon. The T-shirt slid up his sculpted abdomen to follow.
    He was magnificent. Lean muscle and tanned skin. Perfect proportions on his tall body. He moved with the grace of the mountain lion that shared his soul and the way his eyes flickered from human to cat and back made her want to pet him all over. It wasn’t frightening. Instead, she took it as a sign of his arousal and the strength of his magic, so different from what she was used to.
    The flavor of it tingled on her tongue, tantalizing her. She wanted to lick him all over, as she’d imagined him doing to her ever since that comment in the restaurant. She wanted to experience all that he would show her, all the pleasure he could bring her. And she wanted to give her all in return.
    “Let me,” she whispered, reaching up to stop him when his hands went to his waistband.
    She fumbled at first, but eventually got the hang of what she was doing. The belt, then the button and zipper. And then she pushed out and downward, over firm buttocks and more cotton. Boxers. Oh, she liked that. To her it meant he might have a bit of an old-fashioned streak.
    He kicked off his shoes and stepped out of the pants, kicking them away as well. Only socks and a pair of tented white boxers stood in her way. And the socks could be dealt with after the fact, even if they did make her want to giggle. She’d always thought men wearing nothing but socks was a funny image, but there was nothing laughable about the size of the bulge that strained against the white cotton.
    Licking her lips, she attempted to reach for his waistband, but he stopped her.
    “Not so fast.” He maneuvered them both until she was lying on the bed, him sitting at her side.
    She giggled as he did away with his socks with little fanfare. One golden eyebrow rose as he watched her, but he didn’t ask. Maybe he understood. They’d seemed so in tune with each other up to this point, it wouldn’t be stretching her imagination to think he might intuitively get why she’d laughed.
    “One of us is definitely overdressed.” His words were a teasing growl that rubbed over her senses, making her shiver.
    “So what are you going to do about it?” she challenged him, loving the way his magic flared. She was beginning to be able to read his mood by the flares of his animal magic. It was so different from what she was used to—and so much easier to deal with. At least for her. It seemed natural. Perfect.
    “How about this?” His hands dropped to the buttons on her blouse as his lips claimed hers.
    His big body bracketed hers on