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enough to make me forget all the things he’s responsible for.
    I don’t have a chance to dwell on that as Stonehart dips down and presses his forehead to mine. My breasts heave against his firm chest. I tilt my head up to kiss him, but he doesn’t let me.
    Instead, he brings his mouth close to my ear. “Tonight, Lilly,” he rustles, “I’m going to show you just how much you mean to me.”
    I bite down the shiver of pleasure that cascades through my skin when I feel his rough cheek slide against mine.
    Any discomfort from those strangely intimate words is quickly forgotten as he begins to place kisses on my neck. I surrender to the physical sensations taking hold of my body.
    His smell fills my lungs. It’s earthy and raw and masculine. It reminds me of the fresh air you’d find in the heart of a forest at the dawn of a beautiful spring day. It scrambles my thoughts even more.
    At this point, I’d be lucky to tell up from down and left from right.
    Stonehart slides the top of my robe down my arm, exposing my shoulder. When he kisses the small expanse of skin, goose bumps erupt all over. I want nothing more than to grab his head and force him to kiss me again.
    Rationality? Gone . Common sense? Gone . Any type of proper response I might have to him is not coming. My body is opening up to Stonehart more and more. Damn the voice that’s screaming at the back of my mind that I should not be enjoying this. It’s overwhelmed by the toe-curling passion I feel flaring to life inside me.
    Gently, slowly, taking his time, Stonehart draws open my robe. His hand trails over my hot skin as he gazes at my body. I see the lust and desire heavy in his eyes. It makes my heart rate quicken.
    He positions himself over me, his hips resting on my legs. The growing bulge in the crotch of his pants fills me with a kind of diabolical excitement.
    “Look at you, Lilly,” he murmurs. His hands slide down the side of my body, leaving scorching trails over my skin as they go. “How is it fair that one woman can be so beautiful? I’ve never seen anyone in my life the equal of you.”
    Before I can respond, his mouth crushes mine. Our lips seal in a hot, fiery kiss. The rough fabric of his shirt rubs against my sensitive nipples, turning me on even more.
    I do all I can to inhale him. To breathe him in. He is equally vested in consuming me. Our kiss is filled with the most pressing type of passion. Nothing about it is at all similar to any kiss we’ve shared before.
    This one is not being taken from me. I am giving it freely, and hoping against hope that it will never abate.
    He pulls back. A giggle bubbles out of me, and immediately I feel like the biggest dork in the world.
    But Stonehart does not chastise me. He only offers a smile, then brings his hands up and starts to unbutton his shirt.
    I watch, transfixed, as more and more of his body is revealed in the parting V. When he slides his shirt off his shoulders, a miniscule but reverent gasp escapes my lips.
    I’ve never been able to appreciate his body before. Now, I can.
    His chest is wide and strong. His torso is rock hard. I can see the outline of abdominals beneath the trimmed layer of hair.
    Everything about him screams utter masculinity. This is the type of enjoyment I recklessly imagined when I met him in the lobby of his building. That day seems like a lifetime ago.
    He starts to dip down again, but I stop him by placing my hands on his chest. He frowns, and a spark of displeasure flutters across his face. I speak before he can verbalize it.
    “Give me a chance to enjoy the view,” I say. I don’t recognize my own voice. It’s heady and raw and full of need.
    Stonehart smirks. I trail my fingers over the front of his body and suck in an uneasy breath. The tight firmness of his muscles fills me with the most exotic type of female pleasure.
    “Had enough, yet?” he asks. There’s a playful, teasing quality to his voice.
    “Never,” I breathe without thinking.
    “Too