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popped up along her skin. Sensation flooded to every cell. God, she hadn’t anticipated tenderness. She’d expected sexual prowess. Hot, hard, and fast. Heaven help her, he had her melting to his whim.
    When he swiped the pad of his thumb across her tightened nipple, her eyes closed and she dropped her head back. She couldn’t deny it. She was his to do with as he saw fit. Tomorrow, the regret would no doubt hit her. When their relationship changed irrevocably. When he walked away. Now she needed him, needed his touch like she needed to draw her next breath.
    While his right hand moved to the tie of her robe, working to undo the knot, his soft lips skimmed the exposed column of her throat. His hot tongue occasionally flicked out to singe her skin. He finally pulled off the sash, letting it drop to the floor, and slid his hand inside. “God, what you do to me.”
    The first touch of his warm palm curling around her breast wrenched a gasp from her. Heated shivers chased each other over the surface of her skin. She reached out blindly, fisting handfuls of his shirt in a desperate attempt to stay upright. “Sebastian…”
    His thumb flicked her tightened, aching nipple again. Christina couldn’t stop the moan that left her. He’d barely touched her and already she was crumbling. Her fantasies had nothing on the real thing. His hands were smooth and warm, but the tips of his fingers held those wonderful calluses, from years of plucking the strings of his guitar. They added a roughness, a contrast of sensation, that made her shiver. In her fantasies of course, he was always tender and giving, but she hadn’t expected him to be that way in reality. She’d always expected he’d be like most of the men in her life, taking his own need. So it still managed to surprise her when he moved slowly, as if he were every bit as awed by her as she was by him. The knowledge melted her every last resolve. Whatever tomorrow brought, she’d deal with it then.
    “I want to touch you everywhere, take my time kissing every inch of your skin. I’ve thought about this moment so many times over the years, when I’d finally have you in my arms. Shit, sweetheart, I’m not sure I have it in me right now to be soft and slow. I need you too much.”
    The urgency in his tone made her open her eyes. Those blue eyes blazed at her, full of the same hunger pounding through her. He meant what he said, and it amazed her to see the reflection in his eyes. She’d never expected that he’d ever want her .
    As if in some form of confirmation, his arms tightened around her, pulling her flush against him. His hands slid down her sides to her bottom, anchoring her to him. It didn’t escape her notice that he was trembling right along with her.
    “I need you, Tina.” He leaned his forehead against hers, whispering into the space between them, for that moment so vulnerable and open she could only stare in return.
    Had he just laid himself at her feet? The hunger in his eyes made her feel so damned powerful. To know she could do to him what he did to her…she hadn’t expected it and the knowledge was intoxicating.
    “Tonight I’m yours, Baz.” She leaned forward and nipped at his bottom lip, whispering against his mouth in turn. “Fuck me.”
    “Shit…” He let out another agonized groan and pulled her robe open, exposing her shoulder. His teeth closed over the muscle, scraping lightly. “You’re going to make me come right here if you keep talking like that.”
    She slid her hands up his chest, delighting in the contour of the muscle before finding the first of the buttons on his shirt. Teasing him was a cruel form of torture, but his reactions were addicting. She wanted to revel in them.
    She turned her mouth to his ear and whispered the words again. “Fuck me.”
    His head came up, eyes burning. One corner of his mouth hitched. “You have a dirty mouth.”
    She stepped back, her hands trembling as she shed her robe. Oh, she’d been naked