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His hands shifted to my waist and he turned me around. His mouth sealed with mine and he kissed me deeply, passionately. Thank God he held me, because my knees all but knocked together and every inch of me went boneless against his masterful commanding of my body, my senses.
My arms wrapped around his neck and I clung to him as he continued the kiss. One hand splayed across my lower back. The other swept downward and cupped my ass, squeezing the cheeks and pressing me firmly against his erection.
“Dane,” I repeated breathlessly as his lips tangled with mine, “I want to feel you inside me.”
He guided me to the sofa in front of the fireplace, still kissing me. His hands moved to my hips and his fingers curled around the satin at my legs, gathering it up as he sank onto the cushion and I straddled his lap. His hands slid under all the luxurious material and caressed my skin.
As he kissed me deeply again, I lost all touch with reality. Nothing existed but him. Not even trouble at the Lux.
His palms glided over my belly and ribs. Then shifted from beneath the nightgown. One cupped the side of my face, his fingers sweeping through my hair. The other massaged my breast, his thumb teasing my nipple tight. His kisses were hot and passionate, stealing my breath.
He kept my head to his, our lips seductively twisting as he threaded his fingers in the thick strand of satin at my shoulder and tugged the material down my arm. Half the bodice slipped away with it and his hand caressed my breast. A soft moan fell from my mouth at the intimate touch. His head dipped and his tongue fluttered against my taut nipple, making it even harder. He suckled deep and my moan turned into a sharp whimper.
“Oh, God, Dane.” My fingers combed through his lush hair as his tongue curled around the puckered peak. Then he drew it into his mouth again. My pulse jumped. Every inch of flesh tingled. He didn’t let up, and the tension built as he left kisses along the tops of my breasts, across my collarbone, up my neck, and over my jaw.
“Do you feel how hard you make me?”
I rocked slightly, his erection full and tempting between my legs. Especially given the loose material of his pants and the fact that I’d stripped off my panties when I’d changed into the nightgown. No need to complicate matters with extra clothing. I knew what I was getting myself into here.
“I think you’re teasing me,” I murmured. “You should be inside me already.”
“Now who’s the impatient one?”
“I haven’t exactly been playing hard to get. Just cautious.”
“I understand why now. And I’m relieved you got over your aversion to being touched—by me only, of course.”
“Of course.” I kissed him, tasting the distinct flavor that was his alone. A combination of heat and wintermint. Pinot grigio laced his breath and it was even more enticing.
His hands slid under the satin again and he lifted the garment up and over my head, gently laying it on the cushion next to us. His eyes roved my body, fire blazing in them. Flickering flames from the candles cast shadows over his devilishly handsome face as he stared at me with awe and raw need.
“Stop looking and start touching,” I coaxed.
“You’re breathtaking.” His palms skimmed over my thighs and to my hips. “Lift up slightly.”
I did and he worked around me to shove his pants down his legs and kick them off. I yanked off his shirt and tossed it aside, marveling over his perfection.
“God, I want you,” he said in a gruff voice.
“I’m not on the Pill. Not much call for it, you know?”
I heard the hint of disappointment in his tone as he said, “Sofa table behind me.”
I stretched forward and snagged a foil packet from the accent table that was covered with a gorgeous arrangement and several interesting curios.
“Do you always use condoms as decorative items?”
He plucked the little square from my fingers and set it next to us. “Smart-ass.”
I laughed softly. “Guess by coming here I made myself a sure thing.”
“No. But I had to be prepared this time. I couldn’t let the opportunity slip away again over something like this.”
I gnawed my lip a moment and then ventured, “You’d rather forego the condom?”
“Yes. That’s not a good idea, though, since you’re not on the Pill.”
“Right.” Regret swept through me. I would have preferred to forego the condom as well. Any type of barrier, really, when it came to him.
