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hesitate. Dropping to her knees, she slid his boxers to his feet as she went. Gliding her palms back up his legs, she leaned forward and let her lips taste the thick ridge of him. She shuddered deep inside as he surged against her tongue. She could feel his tension under her hands as the muscles in his thighs clenched.
    He wanted more.
    She wanted more.
    Abby took him fully into her mouth. His deep growl made her heart race and her body moisten. He tangled his hands deep in her hair. She felt she’d only just engulfed him when he tugged gently on her hair, tilting her mouth away from him.
    “I can’t take much more, Abby.”
    He lifted her off her feet and strode toward the bed so urgently Abby almost laughed as he laid her down and tore off her G-string. He asked no permission, assuming an authority that answered her body’s torment.
    His eyes glinted dangerously, claimed ownership as they soaked in her nakedness.
    Dante hovered over her on all fours, inserting a knee between her legs. He pushed her open to him. His head bent toward hers, his eyes now blazing with the triumphant certainty that she was his to take as he wished…every nerve in Abby’s body quivered, wanted to scream yes .
    She knew instinctively what she must do if they were to start again. The submissive Abby was banished. She planted her hands on Dante’s chest, pushing him over so he fell on his back. She straddled him, letting her hair tumble over his belly as she bent and licked his nipple.
    His astonished smile soon turned to an expression of eager submission. Abby intended to burn herself into Dante’s consciousness, to leave her essence on every part of his scrumptious body, using every means in her limited arsenal.
    …
    Who was this woman? Assertive Abby made him wish they had the whole afternoon to indulge their desires. His thought had been only to bed Abby before lunch to sate his thirst while masking his ruthlessly controlled desire for her. But this new Abby was sending his control spinning far beyond his grasp.
    And he liked it.
    She took his lips in an avid kiss, her tongue probing fiercely, playing with his in a game she was determined to win. If she kept moving above him she’d win sooner than either of them would like. She was goading him, with hands, mouth, and body, to appease the ache, to fulfill his need.
    They didn’t have much time, true, but if he didn’t concentrate it would be too fast. It would make him crave her even more. He didn’t want her to understand how irresistible she truly was. That would have her believing there could be a happily ever after, and with him, that was a bad bet. He’d save her from his mother’s fate. He wanted no grieving widow collapsing at his grave.
    Her mouth lifted from his and he took a gulp of head-clearing air. She let go of his arms where she’d imprisoned them above his head and slid back down his body, her lips searing his skin everywhere with kisses. He couldn’t let her taste him again—he’d be undone.
    He reached for her and pulled her gently but firmly back up his body. A scowl mingled with passion on her face and she opened her mouth to protest, but the words dissolved into a moan as he sat up and swirled his tongue around a taut nipple, sucking it deep into his mouth.
    He leaned against the headboard, his mouth never leaving her breast, and pulled them both into a sitting position. He exulted in the convulsive arch of her body, the firm grip on his shoulders, nails digging, urging him to engulf her other breast. He took it in with a passion, feeding off her response, remembering the heady aphrodisiac of her taste and feel.
    Her thighs straddled his hips. The heat of her flesh on him hardened him still further. Hearing her ragged breathing, the eager moans purring from her throat, feeling her tremors of excitement against the rigid hardness of him, he wondered how he could ever have let her go.
    She’s back now, he thought. And you’re never leaving me again. He froze