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bottom. Protectively, she tipped her knee inward to keep from exposing her bare bottom.
    Nate chuckled and shook his head. “Uh uh, baby. That’s not where I want your knee. How about we make a compromise to protect your modesty—at least for the moment.” He tucked the hem of her shirt under her bottom, then opened her knee to the side.
    Erin trembled and couldn’t stifle a moan when he lifted her other foot to his mouth and began sucking and nipping at her toes while he stroked the sensitive instep. Trying to concentrate, she sipped on her wine, the warmth spreading down her throat meeting the heat cascading over her body. She tried to twist away, remove her foot from his hungry mouth but he held it tighter and bit down hard. She squealed when he bent her knee up tight against her bottom placing it on the outside of his hip. When she inadvertently pressed her knees together to protect her crotch from his hands and eyes, he growled a soft warning. “Uh uh, darlin’. Not like that. I’ve worked hard to get you in this position. Now you need to help me out. Spread your legs, Erin. Wider.”
    Erin felt the heat flood her cheeks when she realized what he had done. With a couple of clever moves, her bottom half was wedged against his powerful groin. All it would take was separating her legs, spreading her knees apart and he would have full access to her naked bottom. While she knew she couldn’t resist for long she refused to give in so easily. Pressing her knees together, she held out her glass.
    “I… I need more wine, Nate.”
    He quirked a brow, then smiled, erasing the dark frown that had gathered when she refused to open her legs. Adding an inch of the dusky liquid to her glass, he saluted her then drained his.
    “I can see that you need more, Erin.” His eyes glinted wickedly. “And so do I.”
    He added a couple inches of wine to his glass, then leaned forward and took her glass from her.
    His voice was low, silky. “Yeah, baby, you definitely need more.”
    She frowned, puzzled, then started when he deliberately tipped his glass, dripping a trickle of wine down the inside of her leg.
    He groaned in mock dismay. “Damn, baby. I’m sorry. Here, let me get that.”
    Bending over her, he stuck out his tongue and lazily lapped at the cool liquid dripping down the inside of her leg. She squealed and tried to pull away but he held her firmly in place with his free hand. His chuckle was low, husky. “I wouldn’t jump around like that if I were you, Erin. You might make me spill more.”
    He poured another trickle of wine down the inside of her other leg and shrugged. “See? You better hold still, Erin or you’re gonna have wine all over you.”
    Erin groaned at the twinges of sensation flooding her as his rough tongue licked off the wine on the inside of her legs. She forced herself to be still, to keep his mouth from moving closer to her quivering folds that were seeping moisture of their own. How could she feel so exposed, when she was covered from her neck to her crotch? She didn’t have to wonder for long when she felt a splash of moisture across her groin, followed by his soft expletive ripe with insincerity.
    “Dammit, Erin. Now look what I’ve done. How clumsy of me. Honey, I have wine all over you. God baby, I’m sorry.” Dragging at the bottom of her nightshirt he pulled it up to her waist. At her surprised cry, he tore his eyes away from the sight of her bare mound and gazed up at her. His eyes were narrowed, gleaming with lust. “Honey I need to get this shirt off of you before I spill wine all over it.”
    Ignoring her half-hearted protest, Nate tugged at her nightshirt. In seconds he’d yanked it up over her hips and over shoulders. With an expert twist he captured her arms above her head in the tangled fabric. His eyes lit with lust. Twisting the shirt around her wrists he murmured, “Oh yeah, that’s what I like. Let’s leave your hands just like this, Erin.”
    Erin could have broken