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and being close to her—and a small shudder of anticipation rolled through his body.
    He slid one hand from her backside to smooth it up her ribcage to her breasts. Her nipples were already stiff, poking through the soft fabric of her sundress. He flicked one shoulder strap down, then the other, and her breasts were bare and he was filling his palm with warm, resilient flesh.
    He plucked at her nipples, teased them, but he wanted to taste her, the way he had last night. He broke away from her mouth, kissing his way across her cheekbone, lingering at the soft skin below her ear, and continuing to her breasts. Her nipples were a pale shell-pink, small and pretty. He tongued first one, then the other. Elizabeth’s hands slid into his hair, holding him against her breasts.
    As if he wanted to be anywhere else.
    He slid a hand down her thigh to the hem of her dress, sweeping beneath it. She spread her legs eagerly as his hand slid up her thigh and into wet heat. His cock ached as he remembered how tight she’d been last night, the fierce pull of her body on his.
    He stroked her through the silk of her underwear and suddenly he couldn’t wait a moment longer. One hand still on her mound, he lifted his head from her breasts and pushed her two steps backward until she was flattened against the wall. She watched him through heavy-lidded, smoky eyes as he fumbled at his waistband, dragging his fly down. He found a condom and slid it on with urgent hands. He was too impatient to wait for her to pull off her panties; he simply pushed them to one side, then he lifted her knee so it hooked over his hip and slid inside her.
    She closed her eyes and moaned. Man, he loved the sounds she made, the little gasps and sighs.
    He grasped her hips and started to move inside her. So tight. So hot. So damned good. He hitched her other leg up and she hooked her ankles together behind his back and thrust her hips forward to meet his strokes.
    He could feel her excitement rising, the tension ratcheting tighter and tighter inside her. He lowered his head and licked her breasts, left, then right, pulling on her nipples until she gasped his name. Her fingers dug into his back and she held her breath, straining, almost there…then she pulsed around him, arching away from the wall.
    He kissed her, swallowing her cry of release. He closed his eyes and concentrated on the slick heat encasing him, the warm brush of her breasts against his chest, the flex of her hips beneath his hands as she kept his rhythm.
    There was nothing in the world except for her and him and the slide of their bodies and the sound of their breathing. Perfect peace. Absolute oblivion.
    Too quickly his climax found him, tightening to a point of white heat and need until he pressed his face into her neck and thrust inside her one last time to shudder out his release.
    He kept his face pressed into the soft skin of her neck for long moments afterward, regretting the loss of mindlessness, begrudging the return to reality.
    Without releasing his grip on her hips, he pushed away from the wall and carried her to the bed. He stayed inside her as he lowered her onto the bed.
    Then he started kissing her again, seeking that moment of peace once more.

5
    E LIZABETH WOKE TO THE soft snick of the door closing. She opened her eyes and propped herself up on one elbow, disoriented in the dark of the room. For a moment she didn’t know where she was—her bedroom in Mayfair, Martin’s apartment, the hotel room in Soho. Then the languid heat between her legs and the slight soreness of her breasts brought it all rushing back: Nathan, his visit to her room, sex against the wall.
    She was in Australia. And she’d just spent her second night in the arms of the sexiest man she’d ever met.
    She thought about all the times she’d lain beneath Martin, yearning for something other than his gentle, careful lovemaking. She hadn’t known what that something was until she’d found it on the beach and