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The words were out before she could snatch them back. She saw the instant he comprehended what she meant.

“You’ve never been with a man?”

She squirmed under his penetrating gaze. “Could you put me down?”

“No, this is actually quite a good position for getting the information I want.”

He leaned down and nipped her collarbone, sending another shock of desire through her.

“Answer my question.”

“Fine. I’m a virgin.”

Slowly he released his hold on her wrists and gently set her on her feet. Did the idea of bedding a virgin really displease him that much? Embarrassed, she tried to scuttle to the side, but his arms flew up and he pressed his hands against the wall, caging her in.

“Don’t run from me now, Everleigh.”

She stared at him. The shame she’d felt in the wine cellar back home crept over her once more. “I’m not running. Had I realized you didn’t care for women of my inexperience, I wouldn’t have kissed you back.”

Before she could escape he captured her lips again, his tongue teasing hers, his teeth grazing her lower lip. The distance he kept between their bodies heightened the tension coiling inside her, tighter and tighter, until she was sure she was going to explode.

Finally he released her and rested his forehead against hers, his breathing ragged. “It surprised me, that’s all. If you haven’t noticed, the knowledge has not changed my wants.”

Her eyes drifted down below his belt. Oh, no, his desire had not ebbed in the slightest.

“Why me?”

His question caught her off-guard. “What?”

“You’re twenty-eight years old. You’re a stunningly beautiful woman and you’ve been in relationships before.” He leaned in, his eyes glittering, the sun creating a halo around his hair that made him seem like a dark angel. “Why me?”

She started to answer and then faltered. There wasn’t just one reason. The pull she felt toward Adrian, the emotions he stirred inside her, were unlike anything she’d experienced before. Everything she’d ever wanted—the passion, the raw desire, the intoxicating man she couldn’t get out of her mind—was right in front of her.

“Because you make mefeel, Adrian.”

And, dear God, she wanted to feel something other than loss, other than heartbreak. She wanted, for just one day, not to be reminded of her mom’s death, of her dad’s illness, of everything that was about to change in her world. Whether or not this moment with Adrian was just that—a brief moment in time—the need to feel him against her, to feel him inside her, burned so hot she could barely catch her breath.

She sucked in a deep breath and met his gaze head-on. “Take me to bed.”

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

ADRIANSTAREDATHERfor so long, the daring that had seized her started to retreat. Then she looked up and swallowed at the naked desire glittering in his eyes.

“Are you sure?” he said.

The harsh raggedness in his voice sent shivers of pleasure down her spine. He wanted her—truly wanted her.

Boldness pushed her up onto her toes as she wound her arms around his neck and pressed a kiss as light as butterfly wings to his granite jaw. “Please...”

He scooped her up in his arms in one powerful motion that left her breathless. She curled into him, keeping her arms around his neck, and laid her head against his chest as he carried her inside. The thump of his heartbeat against her cheek brought a smile to her face and an unexpected rush of longing.

She leaned up to press a kiss against the pulse visibly pounding at the base of his throat. Another growl emanated from Adrian’s chest as his arms tightened around her. Thrilled that she had such a visible effect on him, she flicked her tongue against his skin.

“If you keep teasing me, this will be over far too quickly.”

Feminine satisfaction flooded her veins as he set her gently on the bed. His eyes flared as he raked her body with a gaze that threatened to burn the clothes right off her body. He kneeled on the bed, his tall, muscular frame looming over her, before leaning down and capturing her lips once more in a kiss that shook the ground beneath her.

His hand settled on her belly, the pads of his fingers burning her skin and sending hot trails of liquid heat to the junction of her thighs. She wanted to melt into him, to tear off her sundress and slide, naked, down his body until he filled her. Wicked, wicked thoughts...but she wanted,needed, to feel all of him.

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