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She opened her bedroom door and walked out. She’d only taken two steps towards the couch before he’d already sat up and turned to look at her. He stumbled as he got to his feet.

“Let me turn this off,” he muttered.

She grinned as she watched him search unsuccessfully for the remote. He finally found it and turned off the TV.

“I’ve decided to pass on the blackberry ice cream tonight,” Leila told him.

Is that my voice? Why does it sound so breathy?

He prowled over to her and she got the fun of watching how his Henley shirt molded to all of those big, beautiful shoulder muscles. He was so sexy. She looked up. His smile was predatory.

“To hell with ice cream. I’m seeing the dessert I really want right in front of me,” Linc said as he stopped a foot away. “Does this mean what I think it means?” he asked as he traced his finger down from her shoulder to the tip of her finger.

She shivered.

“If you think it means I want to fuck you, then you’re right.”

Linc threw back his head and laughed. “My God, woman, you just keep getting better and better. I’ll have you know that being a good boy scout, I actually brought condoms with me in case fucking ever became part of this weekend’s agenda,” he grinned down at her.

Leila relaxed. She wasn’t quite at the point where she wanted to get all mushy and call it making love, nor did she want to just say have sex…but fuck? Oh yeah. She was all over that.

Linc brushed back her hair and kissed the tendon on her neck. “If your condoms are within easy reach, maybe your room?” she suggested.

“How about moving over to the fire for a few minutes? I want to see you in the firelight. All your body’s curves, dips, and treasures.”

“Th-that sounds good,” she stuttered.

“Your robe is all kinds of beautiful, but how about we get this off you, so I can have you walk in front of me as we go to the fire? Would you do that for me, beautiful?”

Before she could even say yes, Linc was slipping the lace and silk off her shoulders and it puddled to the floor. “Just saying, that was awful pretty, but what was underneath is far prettier.”

Linc traced the top of her bustier with both fingers until they met in the middle. “I like how you wrap presents.” His voice was lower. It sounded like his tongue had just a bit of roughened velvet on it, and his words had to pass over it before coming out to flow over her.

Won’t a rough, velvet tongue feel good on other things?

She stared up at him, her lips parted, begging for a kiss.

“No kisses yet. I want to see your sexy ass swaying as you walk over to the fireplace. You had me hard almost the entire hike. This is my prize for being a gentleman and not pushing you up against a tree and having my way with you.”

Leila laughed. She walked past him and made sure to put a little more swing in her step as she walked.

“You’re killing me, Leila. Your stockings have seams, and you’re wearing a garter belt.”

“Really? I didn’t notice.”

She watched as he closed the curtains in the living room. Their room looked over the forest. Even so, at night with their room lit up it would be easy for someone to peek in. Her heart melted. That was just who Lincoln Hart was, he was a caretaker.

Again, he prowled across the room to stand in front of her, and then, ever so slowly, he knelt. Leila shivered. He went to work on her garters.

“Do you know how sensuous a woman is when she wears stockings and garters?” Linc asked.

She could only shake her head.

He unsnapped one, then two, then three, then the final one.

“Let me tell you what it does to a man when a woman wears such enticing underwear. It acts like one of the strongest aphrodisiacs in the world. The lacier it is, the more we want to tear it off the woman’s body and find out what’s underneath. It’s like at Christmas, you always want to open the prettiest package.”

Before Linc rolled down her stocking, he nudged her just a little, and she widened her stance. Then he kissed her on the top of her thigh, above her stocking and below her panties. Leila’s legs trembled.