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“Yeah. You know, drinks, dinner, conversation. Blah blah. It all ends up with me getting you drunk and seducing you.”
“I like the end goal. Since I came close to spoiling things, the least I can do now is cooperate.” He started to pick up the bottle, but she laid a hand on his arm.
“Dance with me.” She slid her hands up his chest, linked them behind his neck. “Close. And slow.”
His arms came around her. His body swayed with hers. And his blood leapt with love, with lust, as her mouth brushed silkily over his.
“I love the taste of you.” Her voice was husky now, soft. “It always makes me want more.”
“Have more.”
But when he attempted to deepen the kiss, she turned her head, skimmed those heated lips along his jaw. “Slow,” she said again. “The way I’m going to make love with you.” She nibbled her way to his ear. “So that it’s almost torture.”
She threaded her fingers through his hair, all that gorgeous black, fisted them, drew his head back until their eyes met. His were deep and blue and already hot.
“I want you to say my name when I take you.” She teased his mouth with hers again, retreated, felt his body tighten like a bow against hers. “Say it so that I know nothing exists for you but me at that moment. Nothing exists for me but you. You’re all there is.”
Her mouth took his now, a frantic mating of lips, teeth, tongues. She felt his moan start low, start deep, then merge with her own. She let herself tremble, let herself ache, then pulled back, pulled away a breath before surrender.
“Eve.”
She heard the strain in his voice, enjoyed it as she picked up their glasses again. “Thirsty?”
“No.” He started to reach for her, but she shifted away, thrust out his glass. “I am. Have a drink. I want to go to your head.”
“You do. Let me have you.”
“I will. After I’ve had you.” She picked up a small remote, pressed a series of buttons. On the side wall, panels opened. The bed that had been tucked behind them was heaped with pillows. “That’s where I want you. Eventually.”
She took a long sip of champagne, watching him over the rim. “You’re not drinking.”
“You’re killing me.”
Delighted, she laughed, and the sound was like smoke. “It’s going to get worse.”
Now he did drink, then set his glass aside. “Praise God.”
She walked back to him, slipped his jacket from his shoulders. “I love your body,” she murmur
ed, slowly working open the buttons of his shirt. “I’m going to spend a lot of time enjoying it tonight.”
It was a powerful rush, she thought, to make a strong man quiver. She felt that dance of muscles as she traced a fingertip down his chest to the hook of his trousers.
Instead of releasing them, she smiled. “You’d better sit down.”
There was a throbbing in his blood, primal, edging toward violent. It took a great deal of effort not to yield to it, to drag her to the floor and answer that urgent beat.
“No, not here,” she said, and lifting his hand, nipped lightly at his knuckles. “I don’t think you’ll be able to manage to cross the room when I’m done.”
It wasn’t the wine making his head swim. She guided him across the room, a kind of lazy, circling dance with her in the lead. When she eased him down to sit on the side of the bed, she knelt at his feet, brushed her hands slowly, intimately down his legs. And took off his shoes.
She rose. “I’ll just go get the wine.”
“I’m not interested in wine.”
She walked away, tossed a glance over her shoulder. “You will be. When I start licking it off you.”
She topped off the glasses, brought them back to set them on the small, carved table by the bed. Then, watching him, her eyes gold and full of the light from the candles, she began to peel the dress down her body.
