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And it was about to get a whole hell of a lot hotter in here.
She eyed the lamp across the room and started for it.
“No,” he told her. “Leave it on.”
Glancing over her shoulder, she met his stare. “Trust me when I say you’ll want that off.”
“And why is that?”
Turning fully to face him, she pointed to her body. “In case you haven’t noticed, I’m not one of those Hollywood types who starve themselves for the sake of being ultrathin.”
Crossing the narrow space between them, Ian ran both his hands up her bare arms and tucked his fingers in the elastic of the top of the dress, causing her arms to fall to her side.
“Oh, I’ve noticed.” He yanked the dress down until it puddled at her feet, leaving her bare to him. “And that’s precisely why I want that light on.”
Her body trembled beneath his. No way did he want her questioning her gorgeous curves or the fact that he wanted the hell out of her.
Without a word he shucked off his pants and boxer briefs and tossed them aside.
Her eyes drank him in, causing the same effect as if she’d touched his entire body with her bare hands. Dying to touch her, to run his fingers along her curves, Ian snaked his arms around her waist and tugged her against him.
“As much as I want to explore that sexy body of yours, I’m hanging on by a thread here,” he admitted as his mouth slammed down onto hers.
Cassie wrapped her arms around his neck. Their damp bodies molded together from torso to thigh, and she felt so perfect against him.
Perfect? No, she couldn’t be perfect for him. Perfect for right now, which was all either of them was after.
They were simply taking advantage of the moment...of the sexual attraction that had enveloped them since she’d literally fallen into his arms only a few days ago.
Ian gripped her waist and lifted her.
“Ian, don’t—”
“Shh,” he whispered against her mouth. “I’ve got you.”
Her lips curved into a smile. “What about a condom? Do you have that, too?”
Condom, yes. They needed a condom. His mind had been on the subtle moans escaping from her lips and getting those curves beneath his hands.
He eased her down his body and went to his jeans, where he pulled a condom from his wallet and in record time had it on.
When he turned back to her, he fully expected her to have her arms wrapped around her waist, maybe even be biting her lip out of nerves. But what he saw was a secure woman, hands on her hips, head tilted and a naughty grin on her face.
“Your confidence is sexy,” he told her as he came back to her.
“You make me feel sexy.”
Yeah, she wasn’t a Hollywood size zero. Cassie Barrington was more old-school Hollywood starlet. She was a natural, stunning, vibrant woman, and now that she’d agreed to leave the light on, he could fully appreciate the beauty she was.
And when she reached for him and nearly wrapped herself around him as she claimed his mouth, her sexy status soared even higher.
Damn, he wasn’t going to make it through this night.
Ian backed her against the wall and lifted her once again. This time her legs went around his waist and he had no control. None. The second he’d shucked that dress off her he’d been holding on by that proverbial thin thread.
Ian took her, causing her body to bow back, and her head tilted, eyes closed as she groaned once again.
As their hips moved together, Ian took the opportunity to kiss his way across her shoulders and the column of her throat before taking her face between his palms and claiming her mouth.
Sweat slick between them, the air around them grew even hotter as Cassie gripped his bare shoulders. Her nails bit into his skin; her heels dug into his back.
He wouldn’t have it any other way.
She tore her mouth from his. “Ian, I—”
Yeah, he knew. He was right there with her as her body stilled, trembled. Following her over the edge, watching her face as she succumbed to the passion was one of the most erotic moments of his life.
Her body slid down his and he was pretty sure she would’ve collapsed to the floor had he not been leaning against her. He needed to lean into her or he’d be a puddle, too.
And the night had just begun.
* * *
Cassie slid back into her dress, ignoring the panties. Why bother with modesty at this point?
She may not live in Hollywood, but she’d put on one hell of an acting display. Ian thought her confident? She’d played along simply because she secretly wanted to be that wanton, take-charge woman, that woman who claimed what she wanted. And if he thought she was so comfortable with her body in this situation, then who was she to tell him different?
She’d been meek in her marriage, not a sex goddess in any way. But the way Ian had looked at her, touched her, was nothing like she’d ever experienced.
