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caress, to suck, soothe when his teeth nipped her flesh. She was shocked when a climax began to build again low in her belly. One more tiny bite of her clit and a swirl of his tongue and the spasms rocketed through her.
    Rick thrust his tongue back inside her where her walls could grip it as they throbbed and convulsed and quaked. Only the tight grip of his hands on her thighs and her death clutch on the fabric beneath her kept her grounded as he spun her into a velvet vortex, a place where fireworks exploded behind her eyelids.
    When she finally came back to earth, her entire body trembled and a thin sheen of perspiration covered her body. As she struggled to draw a breath, Rick stood up and leaned over her, arms braced on either side of her. His mouth curved in a satisfied smile.
    “You taste so good.” He slid his tongue over her mouth, sharing her taste with her. “Better than any drink I can think of. I could get drunk on your taste, Sydney Alexander.”
    “I can’t move,” she said in a breathless voice, her lips curved in an answering smile. “I may never move again.”
    “Oh, yeah. You will. Give me a minute, and I’ll prove it to you.”
    He lifted her so he could pull back the covers on the bed and arranged her so her head was on the pillow. Her limbs were just weak appendages of her body. He never took his eyes from her as he pulled his T-shirt over his head, toed off his shoes, and stripped away his jeans and boxer briefs. At last he stood next to her in the most glorious male nudity she’d ever seen. His lean rangy body was well-honed, his chest covered with a smattering of hair just a shade darker than that on his head. If she could have lifted her hand, Sydney would have run her fingernails through it, scraping along the hard wall of his chest. Long legs were bracketed by lean hips, but what made her mouth go dry as a desert was the long, thick cock that extended from its nest of curls, swollen and thick and ready for action.
    Energy surged through her with unexpected force and she licked her lips.
    She watched him pick up his jeans, dig out his wallet, and remove a condom, which he flipped onto the bedside table. His gaze devoured her, his cock hot where it brushed her thigh as he straddled her body. The look he gave her pierced straight to her heart. And just like that, arousal slammed through her.
    “God, Sydney.” His voice had a raw, raspy sound, like rough wood against a wall. “You haven’t a clue how much I wanted you, right from the start. Or how I feel about you. I want everything. Your body. Your soul.” He palmed her left breast. “Your heart.”
    Her heart? Oh, God! She was so afraid to misread what he said, afraid she’d get it wrong. Even though the look in his dark chocolate eyes told her he meant it.
    Swallowing hard, she whispered back, “I want everything, too.”
     
     
    Jesus! He wondered if she realized just how perfect she was, dark hair spread across the pillow, lips swollen from his kisses, the scent of her musk driving him nuts. He wanted to lick every inch of her, explore every crevice of her body, do things to her he couldn’t even begin to imagine. The smell of her skin and the taste of her lips were potent aphrodisiacs.
    What the hell was going on with him? His head insisted this was a huge mistake, that it was the wrong time and the wrong woman to fall head over heels for. He didn’t want to hear that little voice inside him. With a deliberate effort he shut it off. He wanted Sydney Alexander, more than he’d ever wanted any other woman in his life. Right from the moment he’d laid eyes on her strutting down that theater aisle.
    Had he just told her he wanted her heart? Yeah, he had. And it scared him shitless to feel that way about someone.
    “Let me touch you.” She slid a hand between them to reach for his cock but he wrapped his fingers around her wrist.
    “Not this time.” That would definitely be his undoing. The thought of her stroking him, licking