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touching me.”
    She moved closer still. His fingers spread out at the base of her back, fringing her ass, drawing more liquid heat from her pussy. His cock bulged; his delicious hardness lured her closer. The beautiful gray in his eyes turned almost black, and the sun glinted off his thick lashes. His breathing sounded like torturous grunts to her ears. She lost herself in him. He enticed her. He beguiled her. She followed with her eyes wide open, unable to turn away, block his power, or fight it. Something clicked in her heart. Something she never felt before. He entranced her, and she allowed him and liked it, and wanted it.
    The music died. Her senses prickled to life and she hurried out of his embrace, shaken to the core of her being. Sexual hunger didn’t work that way, her body screamed at her. She shook her head and blamed it on the music, the seductiveness of dusk teasing a blue sky purple, his scent, her deprived hormones, all factors that could easily manipulate lust for … for … like.
    When Mrs. Meyer asked Declan to help her collect her dishes and drive her van back home since her driver/waiter had drunk himself into a stupor when no one was looking, she took the reprieve with both hands, wished everyone good night, and sped home.
    She took a long shower, alternating the temperature of the water from freezing to steamy hot. The twinge in her pussy remained uncured. Well, too bad. How could she possibly think herself capable of pulling off a no strings attached affair with any man, let alone a man an entire decade her junior? What she needed was her dildo, which he had and made no issue of holding over her head. And her panties. Oh, fuck.
    She slipped into a lace nightie that barely covered her bare bum and walked to her kitchen for a cup of chamomile tea. Her phone and the kettle beeped at the same time. Declan. She knew that number. Her hands trembled, indecision making them sweaty. God, she wanted him. She needed him tonight. She answered her phone.
    “Let me in.” His rough voice commanded on the other end. She dropped her phone and ran to the entrance, flung the door open, and stared at him. He’d removed his jacket and his sleeves were rolled up to reveal the sculptured strength and tats in his forearms. Her pussy clenched tight.
    With his leg he slammed the door shut behind him and made a grab for her. For a split second, his raw sexual masculinity scared her. She never knew such passion, not even with Dean, especially not even Dean, and she had been engaged to him.
    She melted into him as he scooped her up and carried her to the bedroom. He lowered her down onto the bed and went down with her.
    For long seconds only their ragged breathing resonated around the room. He smoothed back her hair away from her face. He lifted himself a little away from her body and let his gaze sweep over her lace-embossed breasts. She didn’t need to look at her nipples to know they strained through flimsy fabric for him.
    “God, you’re gorgeous,” he breathed against her jaw. His fingers glided over her parted lips. Her breath caught in her throat. She never felt more beautiful in all her life.
    “I’ve wanted to kiss you for so long, Cait. I ached to kiss you, every day for years.”
    “Kiss me, Declan.”

Chapter 5
    His lips slinked over hers. He hesitated for a brief second before he lowered his mouth over hers. Everything inside her body stilled in quiet awe. That small touch, that innocent wisp of a caress, reached into the depth of her spirit and changed her life.
    “Cait,” he whispered. He licked her lips, wetting them repeatedly before he slipped inside her mouth and kissed the breath out of her lungs. She clung to him, too heady to think for herself, too possessed to care about her next breath. He absorbed her into his blood, taking her, making her his. She’d been kissed before, but this wasn’t a kiss; this was a tender stroke of her soul, a sensation so surreal in its intensity she felt as if