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“Much as I love how it looks on you, sweetheart, I want you naked.”
He shifted away and took her hand to pull her to her feet.
Staci said, “You definitely left Dr. Hart at the office.”
He kissed her again. Then told her, “I can’t even begin to explain who I am at the moment. Absolutely crazed for you is the best summation I can give.”
“That’ll suffice.” Her voice was low and breathy.
“Christ, you make me so damn hard.”
She scraped her nails down his chest and over his nipples, to his abs. “You make me want to claw at you.”
His body jolted at her words, his cock straining against his fly. Evan unfastened the crystal-encrusted clasp at her shoulder and peeled the material down and away from her breasts.
He momentarily lost his focus on undressing her as his gaze swept over her bare chest. More of the honey-colored skin that fascinated him, and perfect teardrop breasts tipped with pebbled, dusty rose nipples.
Evan groaned. “You’re stunning with or without your clothes.”
“You sound surprised.”
“Well, it’s just that…you’re pretty much a heart attack waiting to happen all dolled up. Took me some time to assimilate to that. I might need a moment or two to just take you in totally nude—since it’s been a while.”
“It hasn’t been that long. And I’m not totally nude yet.” She grinned coyly.
Evan chuckled. “You just love pushing me right to the edge, don’t you?”
“Keep going, stud.”
He dragged her dress down her defined ribcage, flat stomach, and shapely hips, and helped her step out of the material that pooled at her feet. Then his hands skimmed up her calves to her thighs. He felt tremors move through her.
“I love the feel of your hands on my body,” she said in a lusty tone.
“I want to do more than touch you, sweetheart,” he told her. “I need to taste you.”
His nose pressed to the lace-covered apex of her legs, and he inhaled deeply, savoring her scent.
Her hips bucked, and a soft whimper fell from her lips.
“Staci,” he murmured. “You have no idea what you do to me.”
His mouth pressed to her mound. She was already wet for him, and he licked her through the flimsy fabric. Her fingers threaded through his hair, and she let out another small cry of pleasure.
Taking that as encouragement—and needing so much more of her—he hooked his fingers in the sides of her thong and tugged, pulling her panties down her legs to her ankles, where he assisted her out of them as he’d done for her dress.
He kissed his way up one sculpted thigh, nipping along the way, finding the sensitive spots that made her gasp, made her sigh.
When he reached her slick, bare pussy lips, his tongue glided over her flesh.
“Evan,” she said. Her fingers returned to his hair, coiling around the strands.
He used his thumbs to spread her lips, and then the tip of his tongue targeted her clit, flicking slowly at first, until her breathing picked up. Then he pressed his tongue to the swollen bud, flitting over it, driving her wild if the hitch in her breath and the tightening of her fingers in his hair were any indication.
“Oh, Jesus,” she whispered. “That is so, so good.”
He tugged gently at her lips, and her whimpers filled the quiet suite.
Then he got serious.
